Stylish Things + Art
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?
Wednesday, September 3, 2014