But here's the thing, all the gettin' it done at work and with girlies has left my own casa in a state of serious disarray. My curtains are sad; my paint is scuffed; the furniture is caddywhompus; there are boxes in corners (hanging out the the dust bunnies); and wilted, dying cuttings are gracing my vases. My house is in a bad way. It's the cobbler's shoes friends.
So I took advantage of the three-day weekend and labored on Labor Day. I arranged and tweaked and magic erased and just generally prettified. (I also partook in hamburgers and ice cream and margaritas and some frolicking in the pool with the girlies and Bryan -- it wasn't all labor.) There's more to do -- my curtains are still sad, and several rooms need new paint like the deserts need the rain, but just a little focused attention on the home front made a surprisingly big impact. And boy it felt good (almost as good as margaritas and pool time). I wish I could be one of those people who could just let it go at home, but I'm just not wired that way. I'm better all around when my own house is in order.
Who's with me?
4 comments:
Exactly. Can't function if my surroundings are out of order. Even as a child, I had to clean my room before I could do my homework there.
Also, your selfie sans makeup?
Beautiful.
I hear ya..I need order and I try not to let it interrupt my life. Not always successful. Looks gorgeous my friend. x
Totally with you! I am my best self when my house is clean, well organized and pretty. Speaking of... you look just as pretty without makeup! :)
A belated reply, but you look beautiful without makeup!
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