Is your house trying to be a supermodel?
I know that’s a weird thing to ask but bear with me.
Have you ever – I know you have – looked at a supermodel in a magazine or on the internet and thought – sigh – why can’t I look like that!
Maybe you want that flat washboard stomach, or perhaps you want those beautiful sculpted cheekbones?
By the way, if you’re doing that, read this post.
Well, sometimes I get a case of – “I want my house to be a supermodel” syndrome.
C’mon! You know exactly what I mean.
You drool over photos of houses on the internet and you wish and wish your house could look like that.
Even though I’m a blogger and I put my house out there on the internet, I still feel that way. I too drool over other people’s homes.
But, I’m here to tell you – STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP!
I wanted to share with you a funny little story that might put it all into perspective.
You may remember some months ago I added some wool tassels to these blue cushions.
I love the tassels – they added that special something to otherwise plain pillows.
BUT…
A few weeks ago, I decided to wash the covers.
There’s nothing unusual in that.
What is unusual is that for some reason unknown to me, I put them in the washing machine!
AND...
Not just in the washing machine…
I put them in with the darks!
Well, you can imagine what happened, right?
The clothes came out of the washing machine covered in blue fluff.
So, I decided to hang them out on the clothes line.
It was a wonderfully windy day so I thought it would all disappear, flying off to decorate the neighbourhood.
Boy, was I wrong.
It all stayed, stuck to the clothes.
When I got the washing off the clothesline, I had a real mess to deal with.
I managed to remove it from the clothes eventually but then, it was all over the house.
AND I MEAN - ALL OVER!
This is what my carpet looked like – throughout THE ENTIRE HOUSE!
Ok, ok, so just vacuum it up, you say!
I vacuumed, and I vacuumed, and I vacuumed.
Three weeks later I’m still vacuuming it up.
Well, the obvious moral is don’t wash wool tassels with clothing.
But, the true moral of the story is that even blogger's houses are not perfect.
Horror!
We stage them for the photographs that we take.
So, don’t stress about it.
I have shared with you my renovated master bedroom and my new coastal kitchen, but you only saw what I wanted you to see.
For example, since my husband acquired the giant TV, my lounge room looks like this.
There’s not much pretty about that now is there?
Those cables drive me crazy but at the moment, but, it is what it is.
While I’m working on getting some nice built in cabinets, it’s just not going to happen any time soon so, for now, I just show you the angles that I want you to see.
Most of the time my house is not in chaos, but just occasionally it gets that way - like today - the washing machine has broken down and there's a pile of laundry but do I care? Well, actually I do, but I can cope because I know that it will be gone tomorrow.
I try really hard to clean up the mess as I make it. Unfortunately, I’m not the only person living in my house and, as much as you'd like, you can’t control everyone – it’s taken me years to learn that one!
All you need to do is relax and realise that mess is just a part of life.
Anyways, I just wanted to share that with you today in an attempt to make you feel better about yourself and your home.
Wherever you live, appreciate it, love it and take care of it. If you do this, it will give you immense pleasure.
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March 18, 2021
Hi, my name is Carol Karl. I live in little old New Zealand. My family and I strive to live the most ‘real’ life we can – by that I mean that we eat real food, we live real lives and just generally be our most authentic selves.
