Saturday, September 13, 2014

pin THIS!

I don't know how some people do it, really I don't.  How is the world full of people who manage to make their homes look perfect, like something out of a Pottery Barn catalogue, and keep their children always looking ready for a Crew Cuts photo shoot, and then still have time to blog about it all?

My life isn't perfect.  My home is quasi-disastrous at times.  My two-year-old's hair is often unkempt and my four-month-old has a bald spot in back.  And I don't even have time to blog about how imperfect it all is.

Anyway, here's my little homage to Pinterest-worthy perfection.

** Full disclosure: These images are not photoshopped.  I'm stating this for the record, because they are so amazing, you'll be tempted to think they were edited to achieve this level of perfection. **

Are you ready?

This is a pile of Nathan's work gloves, knee pads, and masks that has been sitting on our staircase for about a month.  I keep moving them to the basement or somewhere else less objectionable, and they keep winding up here again after another evening's hard work on the attic project.


This is our kitchen floor, right next to our kitchen table.  The kitchen table that is usually covered with tools, or at the very least, bills and other mail needing to be sorted and dealt with.  You might think this is a garage or basement due to the extremely sharp and dangerous electric saw sitting there, but no, it's my kitchen floor.  I should have gotten a picture of the time Nathan stored it in the nursery for a couple of days.


This is our little screened in porch.  We have plans to fix it up someday and try to make it somewhat pleasant.  In the meantime, we have a lovely wooden swing my Dad made us, and we like to swing on it.  Nell has a sweet little adirondack chair, as you can see, and she likes to sit out on the porch, too.  And for some reason, Nathan sometimes puts his blow torch out here.  Because that's normal.  And safe.  {Don't worry; I hastily removed said dangerous object.}


This is the area at the top of the stairs, looking into Nathan's home office space.  During the course of the attic renovation project, Nathan's office became increasingly filled with tools, light fixtures, empty boxes, wood scraps, and other sundry items to the point where it is now hazardous to even attempt to walk through the door.  I needed to access the printer the other day to print some things for my violin studio, and I almost died.


Don't believe me?  How about a close-up?



Yep.

I'm pretty sure someone could break into our house and ransack that room, and we wouldn't even notice.  Ever.

Poor over-worked Nathan.  One of these evenings, now that the attic project is essentially complete (!!), we're going to tackle that office.  I'm going to help him, because if he gets buried alive, I want to be there to dig him out.

This is standing at the top of the stairs and looking to the left, where the spiral staircase is that goes up to the attic.  You might be horrified by the green shag carpet on those stair treads... or you might not even notice that particular feature due to the mountains of, um, stuff.  Stuff that used to be stored in the attic prior to the renovation project commencing.  Stuff accumulating from the project as it unfolds.  Plus bonus stuff the origins of which elude me.


This is the bedroom next to Nell's room, the room I'm planning on turning into her "big girl room."  All it really needs is a new light fixture and it should be move-in-ready, right?  Well, if the brother-in-law can get his stuff out of there.  Which, in his defense, is probably impossible because there's so much of it where would it all go?  I'm beginning to think this may be his permanent storage unit.  That's okay; Nell and Ree can share a 120 square foot room.


This is a little section of our back yard.  Back when I was about 41 weeks pregnant with Ree, I cleared all those branches from an area next to our garage to try to make that space a little nicer, and carried them as far as I could muster the energy to carry them.  Then Ree was born, and the branches lingered in that lovely spot.  The grass and weeds grew up around them since we couldn't mow that area.


And on the left hand side there, yes, that is a weed that grew too tall and too large to bear its own weight.


I'm kind of picturing that little emoji emoticon of laughing until you cry.  It seems somehow fitting.

So go on, friends, pin away to your Pinterest boards!  If this life of ours isn't Pinterest-worthy, I don't know what is.

5 comments:

  1. Also, the scenery around your house is so beautiful! And I couldn't help but notice all the quaint and adorable details of your house, like the moldings and the windows! :)

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  2. I think maybe it is in our genes, Sarah. You and I both take on a ridiculous amount of projects in the midst of raising a family, and then we wonder why our homes don't look picture perfect. :) IIRC, our mother did the same thing!

    Also, you know this, but Pinterest only shows snippets carefully edited from life. Your own blog includes many "pinned" items (from parties and such) that make ME cry over the state of my life. Just to keep things in perspective! Love you!

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  3. I completely, totally, and entirely know what you mean. My house looks like that and we don't even have an attic. *hugs*

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  4. You know, and I'm being totally serious here - I first noticed the lovely color of paint on your walls, your awesome moulding and trim, and your beautiful hardwood floors. Oh, and how green it is around the outside of your house! I guess I'm noticing what I'm missing in my own home?? (Although I do have a mostly painted house at least, and I do like my colors... but yours are lovely too!) And your pictures in your stairwell look wonderful there. What a great grouping! I keep thinking of doing something like that, but have yet to get anywhere with that idea at all. Although my mom did unearth and frame a couple of snapshots of me as a toddler with my grandparents, and I have those on a dresser in my hall (a dresser that lives in the hall because there isn't room in the boys' bedroom for it and they had outgrown their one dresser... someday we'll rearrange bedrooms around here (and we won't be sharing the master with a 9 month old and a 3 year old!!!), but I'm not sure when that will actually happen!)

    Ah, life. It is a good thing our salvation does not hinge on our houses being perfectly picked up, organized, and decorated at all times!

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    1. I do love my old family photos in the stairwell, and I keep meaning to add ones from the Sawtelle side of the family as well! Some of my frames are 'old' ones from my Grandma and other various sources, but a few are admittedly cheapies from CVS, that just look old, haha! It still works for the look I was going for. :)

      Glad to hear I'm not alone in the difficulty of maintaining a house that could even be called 'reasonably tidy,' as Auntie Leila from LMLD would say. Ah, I just keep trying!

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