Sometimes I think I am consuming too much beauty.
Too many blogs, too much Pinterest, too much
time wandering through Capitol Hill looking in people’s windows (you know you
do it too).
Our apartment is wonderful
given that we are living off my secretarial salary and Dave’s student loans,
given that it’s incredibly cheap and in an incredibly expensive city.
We have wood floors and enormous windows and
a mfing dishwasher.
It’s paradise.
But I’m feeling discontent.
I want it to feel cozy but minimal and
clean.
I want it to be warm but sleek
and modern.
I want it to be all new and
lush without having to throw out or replace anything we have.
I think this is the malady of being a
consumer of too much beauty-media.
I’m trying to think about what would make our flat more usable - having the
table rearranged so we can have people over and so we eat at the table like
adults; getting rid of clutter so we feel calmer (
outer
order contributes to inner calm); having the things I love and use
accessible.
The part of our apartment
that makes me happiest are the bracketed shelves I put up in the kitchen as
soon as we moved in.
The shelves
themselves are functional and minimal and they hold the tea and breakfast
things.
They make me happy every time I
make a pot of tea or grab a bowl for ice cream.
In persuit of a home that feels like my kitchen shelves I’m trying to let go
of the things in our home that make me feel guilty.
When my class graduated college we all got a
print of our alma mater.
I have it
framed and in our living room and I kind of hate it.
I love my alma mater, I would love to have
another image of it somewhere but I don’t like that stupid water colour with
our class year below it.
Every time I
look at it I think about how I wish it weren’t there and then I feel guilty
because I don’t want to throw away this reminder of graduation and my friends
and college.
It’s time for it to
go.
Or the very useful corner cabinet
that I painted two years ago and never quite got right.
The knobs are bugging me, the glass never got
put back and the colour didn’t work out that well.
I’m making a list of things that bother me
specifically and daily and leaving the rest alone.
My life is not a photoshoot.
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