(The above picture makes me sing that new Flo Rida song, My House.)
A client came to pick up a cake and cupcakes this weekend and said, as she walked in, “Oh, I love your house and I love the door color and…I feel like I just walked into Fixer Upper!” And with that she became my new favorite person.
Also, I was watching Fixer Upper at the time. Of course.
There’s a part of me that believes we’re not supposed to LOVE “things.” And honestly if this were all gone tomorrow and I had only the people I love, I’d still have everything I need. Except maybe a toothbrush.
But I do love this house and I’m proud of it. I dreamed of it and, with careful planning and thoughtfulness, it came true. There’s an Alice Walker quote that says, “Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.” I took part in creating beauty around me and it has in ways restored my soul.
We reached the six month mark of living in our new home. I’ve purchased new furniture and rearranged what we had, hung things on the wall and then moved them, replaced new things with newer ones that fit better, and made lots of plans but achieved only a few. The entire six months has been a process of creating and I don’t foresee that ending. Ever.
(We added this new piece this weekend to one of the boys’ rooms. My friend Maria at Eco Chic Boutique knows what’s up with furniture and home décor.)
Anyway, it’s really fun to show you edited pictures of my just-cleaned house.
It makes me feel better about the laundry in the middle of the living room floor.
(I’ve since added another full basket and folded zero clothes.)
And the mud room…
Ugh. I was not ever gifted with the mental capacity to deal with papers. I can do hard things like sit in a room with my dying father and then speak at his funeral, but I cannot for the life of me sort through mail.
I’ll leave you with this cute picture of the Monster’s Inc. cupcakes and cake my most favorite client ever ordered. Now try to get that song out of your head…
“Welcome to my house. Baby, take control now. We can’t even slow down. We don’t have to go out. Welcome to my house, play that music too loud…”