My Real House

Well hello there. It’s been a while. How were your holidays? And happy new year! I keep wanting to pop in and share things with you, but I just can’t seem to get things together. There’s either stuff everywhere or it’s too dark for photos. Or there’s stuff everywhere AND it’s too dark for photos (4:30 sunset you can not go away soon enough!).

Which is silly, really. You guys know that my house, like yours I imagine, contains four people with lives outside the internet. It’s rarely, if ever, tidy (I make judicious use of the quick tidy and the careful crop in every picture you see) and just as rarely (if ever) Pinterest worthy (that’s a thing now). And I went into this blogging thing interested in making people feel like their regular homes could be beautiful. That my regular home could be beautiful. And instead of inviting you over for tea, I ended up tidying it up for you. Don’t get me wrong, I really like my house to look nice. But I also like to live there. And I like my family living there.

So I’ve made a decision. I’m showing you my real house. Some days it looks good. Some days it’s dreadful. Most days it’s somewhere between. And since Instagram is for over sharing, and because everyone likes a 365 project, I’m going to take a picture of my house (#myrealhouse) every day this year. Or, you know, every day that’s left of this year. And I’d really, really like it if you’d join me.

To get us started, I’m baring it all. Here’s my real house. Laundry, legos, blurry (and poorly lit) photos and all. And no, this is not as bad as it gets. We don’t know each other that well, I have to save something for the third date.

Nothing says welcome to our home like a too long runner and large bucket o’shoes. Of course it’s now snowed a bunch, so imagine this with all the boots piled in front of the door so that no one can actually get in or out.

Sometimes I just have random stuff on shelves. I’ll make it pretty later. Maybe.

Legos. I might be bragging here, because they’re currently confined to one room. One room you can’t walk through, but still.

Hi there. I do laundry. This may or may not have been there for days.

I moved stuff. Now there are holes in the wall.

We do projects. They require supplies. We dump them here. Pretty, right? (you’d think with the supplies right there, I could go ahead and fix the holes in the previous picture. But no. Baby steps.)

Vignette. Go ahead. Pin it.

A relatively clean dining room table. With bonus light bulb that still hasn’t been replaced.

Dead plants. Not recently dead.

We live here. And we use dish soap that doesn’t come in a pretty bottle. And dishes don’t get washed immediately. etc.

Cereal boxes are not attractive. I buy them anyway because we, well, we eat cereal. Also, sometimes we have old fruit and tomatoes randomly on the counter. Also wine. Because wine.

So there you go. There are more pictures, but I think that’s enough reality for one day. Must keep some of the mystery in our relationship. So, will you join me? I’m really interested to see your spaces. Mostly though, I just need to know that there are more of us out there. Pinterest is lovely, but sometimes, when I look over and see reality, I know that that is lovely too. It really is.

Want to follow along? Or better yet, join me? Share your house, your real house, on Instagram (you can find me here) or on Designing Around’s Facebook page. If you use Instagram, use the #myrealhouse so I can follow along (and feel better about myself). As we go, I may even shake up Pinterest with some real homes. I know, so crazy.

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