I’ve been thinking (a lot) about my house. It’s cute and all. It just…needs some work. Bless its heart.
To be honest, it mostly needs people with expendable income…but, it’s not going to get that until we sell it. So, in the meantime, I feel like it needs some work in the HOME department.
Ya feel me?
I mean, I know it’s a home – home. Like, it has walls and all that jazz. We sleep there, so there’s that. But, it just doesn’t necessarily feel like ah-we’re home. (If that even remotely makes sense to anyone living on this planet.) I mean…it doesn’t feel like it represents the people that dwell within it. Even if home is where the heart is and all that good stuff, your home still has to feel homey.
Homey. (I just had to say it again.)
To be honest, I think my home still feels like two kids who graduated college, had zero cash and threw together some handmedowns their parents had in the basement to make it look full. At least some of the rooms look like that. The other ones look like two kids who bought a home, got a credit card, went bat-shit-crazy in Pottery Barn and will pay for it (PLUS INTEREST) for the rest of their freaking life.
So, the house, that needs to be a home, doesn’t even match. (It’s more lovely than it sounds, I promise.)
It has some things that require cash that we just don’t have the cash (minor detail) to really do right now. Like…redo all three bathrooms, new hardwood in entryway and half bath, new carpet upstairs, new countertops in kitchen, a chair and ottoman that need to be re-upholstered, a new kitchen table (WHICH WE MAY BE GETTING FROM MY PARENTS! It hasn’t been sitting in their basement. Promise.)
But, those things are way too big picture for me. We need big mullah. I have little mullah. So, they take a back seat.
What I’m working on? Projects. I’ve decided to take all homey (and again) matters into my own hands. Therefore, the husband (see how quickly that “my own hands” thing changed? I’ve got that down.) will be purchasing chalk board paint to do something with the back of my island the requires framing and oodles of two year old scribble. I will be purchasing frames for a art/photo wall in the entry hall. I already purchased a sign for the kitchen that defines my homey-ness. And it is about to get CRAZY.
Like, I’ll be re-pinning the hell out of some shit for the entirety of 2012. I have big plans for the entire house (well, except the boys room, his room is just plain adorable) in 2012. No hallway will go untouched. Things may get painted if I can convince someone to do it for me. (I don’t paint.)
I’m one tiny craft away from Martha Stewart, let me tell ya.
I’m going to blog this out. Don’t you worry. I’ve got this.