Deep thoughts today girls...
I get caught up.
I know I do.
I read magazines and wonder... Why doesn't my home look like that? Why do I live in a 1959 split level? Where is my 1910 crown molding and sweeping staircase and cute little nooks and crannies? I complain because I dream big and the shower leaks, roof shingles need replacing, my kitchen is dark and I know I am lucky to even have a home, but I think,I hate this place, where is my historic maintenance-free dream home ?
My husband rolls his eyes and says "Shhhhh, the house will hear you..."
I look at Restoration Hardware and Pottery Barn and wonder why my house doesn't look like that?
I guess because I don't live inside a Restoration Hardware or a Pottery Barn.
I live in my home, with my family, with all of the things I love. So instead of feeling the need to compete with what is shown to me, complain about what I don't have, and feel like I'm not spending enough to make it just like the catalogs...
I should embrace what I have and what it is, because that's what makes it uniquely my home, with jazz hands.
The things I collect and have found tell our family story.
They are a living history of where we've been, where we are going and who has touched us.
So today, I want to apologize to my 1959 White elephant. I am sorry House. I love you. Really.
I promise to be nicer. And less abusive. I promise. You are a good house, you keep the rain off our heads, and our feet dry. You have potential, I can see that. really.
Because House, for all of your boring construction, and little rooms and no closets, you are uniquely mine, my own blank slate...
are a Superstar...!
( Jazz hands!)!