My House

I am in a decorating crisis.

My home decor does not match the personality I thought I had.

There are mounds of junk on top of my fridge.
I don't have crown molding or chair rails.
My walls are a semi white, meaning you can see the paint roller lines.
The bathroom has beige in it.
None of my furniture matches.
I don't have a bread box.
The bedside tables in my bedroom don't match.  Well, none of the furniture matches.
There is nothing clever in the children's room and only some of the furniture matches.
 I don't have any modern graphic art.

And I don't plan to change a thing about ANY of it.  I see so many homemaker blogs with perfect everything.  I felt myself becoming envious.  I was envious of the perfection and superbly clean lines.  I felt like I couldn't blog about my life because my life wasn't crisp and perfect.

Maybe my life isn't crisp and perfect.  Some days I sit and wish everything matched and my paint scheme was perfect.  But that isn't me.   My life is a kaleidoscope of colors. 

I have 2 giant bookshelves stuffed with books; I love that my kids can grab any book and learn just about anything. 
The walls in my house aren't perfect because the previous tenant was an old Medicine Man named Bearheart (not sure which tribe).  He used to burn giant fires in our fireplace.  All of the ceilings are a little smoke smuggered.
All of my furniture pieces were hand-me-downs or slowly acquired through my years with my husband.
I wish I could afford art for the walls.  But what I do have is my stepmom, Seldom Seen Susan Golightly's wonderful art.  She is so amazing.
I want to decorate the kids room, someday.  Right now my little boy and little girl share a room.  I always believed that a bunch of stuff in the room was never conducive to sleeping.  I would get nightmares from random stuff on the walls as a kid.

I am getting to the point where I love my house and its colors.