Sometimes I think my magazine background sort of ruined me, at least when it comes to blogging. I get these ideas in my mind about how a post should read or how a DIY project should look and instead of keeping up with you all, I end up putting off updating this little, old blog until I get it right.
Let me tell you friends, the moments when I’m “getting it right” are few and far between. Actually, look over my lack of posts this year and you’ll have a good idea of just how few and far between those shining moments can be. The reality is that I’m usually two phone calls behind, struggling to meet work deadlines, covered in paint and limping because I just stepped on a Barbie hairbrush.
This house of ours is pretty but pretty messy, too. We finished the kitchen but I haven’t had time to shoot it yet because the dish washer needs to be repaired and there are always dishes to be washed. It’s funny though, how washing dishes has become this peaceful ritual I almost look forward to each day. Almost. Besides the stacks of dishes, I’m in the middle of wrapping up a bathroom remodel that will be my first tutorial for Everything But the House so there are paint cans and a huge, builder-grade mirror sitting on my kitchen counter by today’s lunch dishes. Yesterday I was getting Ada dressed and she went looking for her favorite nightgown in a stack of unpacked boxes just because that’s where she expects to find our stuff now.
And in the midst of all of our moving and remodeling chaos, we’re trying to help my mom and terminally ill grandmother condense their two homes (located in two different states) into one, which is located just around the corner from our house.
It’s easy to get discouraged when you lift the toilet seat and realize that’s just one more thing on the ever-growing list that requires your immediate attention but let me tell you something else I learned back when I was staging photo shoots for magazines: Just out of the camera’s view, I guarantee you there’s a gal with a mess. There’s a table stacked with double-sided tape, a lint brush and other little concealers. She’s probably spilled coffee on her sweater and that coffee was probably her lunch. We’ve all got our little messes.
This past year, I’ve really struggled with what this blog is all about. Is it stories? Is it a parenting blog? Is it about decorating? I still don’t know really. I just know what I hope you read about while you’re here and that’s stories about the genuine things. I hope when I post a photo of a transformed piece of furniture that in some way, you sense my optimism that things can always get better. I hope when I tell you about my daughter, it’s evident how much I’m learning about love and grace and gentleness from that girl. When I talk about my husband, I hope you can sense how giddy I still get over him. And when I talk about food, I hope you know how strongly I believe that like using our creative gifts, I believe eating genuine, honest-to-goodness food is an act of worship. More than anything, I want us to gather here and laugh at the days to come. After all, living is a lot like stepping on a Barbie brush; it hurts like hell sometimes but it’ll sure make you dance.
Happy Monday, Friends. Here’s wishing for a little grace for all of us.