If you've come here today looking for the white paint and pretty things you usually see, you might be in for a bit of a shock. Just to hold you over, here's a quick dose to get you through.
Because there will be no more of that today. Today will be the day of sharing the less-than-perfect side of our house....what's behind those doors we shut when people come over. Wink.
Why? Well, because it's kinda fun, and ya'll seem to love it when I keep it real.
So this is my keepin' it real post.
My house is far from perfect. It's 30 years old and will likely be a work in progress for the next 30 years. But I'm okay with that.
Also, I'm far from perfect. I've been known to leave stuff in the washing machine too long and turn into Miss Mildew. Or throw a half eaten cup of chili in the dishwasher and enjoy bean-remnant-dishware for a week.
And I'm okay with that, too.
We all have our talents and limitations.
You get the point.
So, here's some pics taken in the past 2 years that I consider pretty decent evidence....with a few random pics thrown in the mix.
First up, our garage. I've never even parked in it. Mostly because the garage doors only open by way of Ahhhnold, but also because it's where spiders come to PARTY. Brace yourselves for the most pin-worthy picture in all of blogland.
My husband is a bit of a broken-down-boat-hoarder. None of them work, but he seems to enjoy fiddling with them. And that's okay by me....since he let's me fill our house with sequins and ruffles and white paint.
This was a fairly normal view of my driveway during the summer. I think he was trying to save all three, but only 1.5 survived. His boat adventures weren't too fruitful this summer, but I love a man willing to get his hands dirty.
He loves boats. I love paint. And we both let each other do what we want with them.
Like how he doesn't seem to mind when I spray paint the yard when I'm too busy to find a tarp. I mean, it's much easier to just pick the bugs out of the paint, right? I'm pretty sure my neighbors really appreciate my yard beautification attempts.
A girl can only do so much at once!!!
I spray paint SO much stuff that I tend to get a wild hair and just do THAT. I always tell myself 'Eh...the rain will wash it away.'. And then a month later, there's still a paint party in my yard.
I'm a work in progress.
Next up, Meet Rhonda.
It's okay to be scared. I used to own an online clothing store before I blogged and this was my 'model' for all the pictures. Afterwards, I couldn't bare to get rid of her. She's just too sassy. And she's always ending up in random locations or freaking someone out. I have NO idea why she was in the hallway in this picture. That pic is about 2 years old (back from when we painted the hallway), and I simply can't remember what she was up to at the time. Vogue-ing, probably.
This next picture is a quick reminder of how much I love my kitties....you'll see why a reminder is needed. I have two kitties: Tootie and Cheese. They are sisters from another mister.
Anyways, I love them so much that Cheese is my screensaver on my phone. She's a beauty isn't, she?
Well, it's a good thing she's seduced us with her beauty and purrs, because she is also a house-destroyer.
Welcome to the basement bedroom. One day I would love to make this into a guest suite (it has an attached bathroom) or into a craft room or gym. But for now, it's the cat-poo-room, complete with ripped-up carpets, neverending carpet glue, and a fun smell. :)
It's on my to-do list.
Last but not least, I'll demonstrate my organizational prowess. You know how every blogger posts about their fabulous stenciled pantry, complete with 995 fancy glass jars each labeled to perfection?
Well, here's my designer pantry....complete with paint cans, drills, exacto knives, and enough saltines to soak up a small pond.
Now you know why I've never posted about my 'Pantry Reveal!!!'. One day I shall conquer this nightmare! One day! My fridge used to be equally ridiculous, but this past weekend I completely gutted it.
Here's a somewhat redeeming picture of my organized fridge. This gives me hope for the pantry.
There's always hope. Always.
Ya' just gotta start somewhere.
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