decor-a-phobia (noun) -- fear of decorating

I watched hour upon hour of HGTV, flipped through countless decorating magazines, and surfed the web until the wee hours of the morning on more than one occasion. I had ideas. Tons of 'em. I ripped out pages and saved websites, but when the time came to actually start decorating our new home -- I froze. What if I made a mistake? What if we spent a fortune and then couldn't stand it in a few months? What if I bought something now and then found something better? I had decoraphobia. And I had it bad.

After eight months in our new house, I'd only painted two bedrooms and done nothing else. Then it came -- an invitation to a progressive dinner party through our neighborhood. The basic premise was that each house chose a country and prepared an appetizer and a drink from that country, then all the couples trekked through the neighborhood from house to house. It sounded like great fun and we've been meaning to meet the neighbors (yes, I suffer from neighboraphobia as well), but there was just one catch -- joining the dinner party meant that all of our neighbors would be coming to our house! In two weeks!

I looked around the house and noticed all the things we'd been putting off. The unpainted walls, the empty rooms, the moving boxes (!), and I realized it was time to overcome my fear of decorating. I took the first giant leap yesterday and ordered the Farmhouse table from West Elm, then I ordered the Morocco Window Rug, and some throw pillows from Tonic Living in rapid succession. Then I hit a wall.

I'm having a dining chair dilemma. I want black chairs to go with our limed blonde table. I'm thinking of having four of one kind and two of another. And I'd like something somewhat modern. Any suggestions? Please save me from my decoraphobia!