i read an ever-changing list of blogs. mostly they contain more photos than words, mostly they are bright and positive and not political. fashion, design, lifestyle. the thing about blogs is that things sometimes look perfect. the bookshelf ironically color coded. the kitchen clean and tidy with matching accessories. blogs give me this longing for another space, a new set of ‘things’. i feel that my own environment does not match what i see online, and that breeds a strange dissatisfaction.
my home is not organized and comes with no dreamy filter. there are often crumbs on the counter and coffee stains near the sink. i don’t have a paper towel roll holder, so the paper towels just sit out on the counter, for all to see. we eat dinner every night at our coffee table, because we have no space for a dinner table, and our TV is usually on. my bookshelf is dusty and may have various items balancing on top at any given time. did i mention things get dusty? my cat has a million toys that i can’t seem to pair down that overflow their basket and flow down our stairs. the front windows need to be cleaned, and i have a $10 mirror propped up against the wall where i decide how i look each day. things aren’t perfect here, but i could rearrange them for the sake of a photograph to make it enviable. i really could, and then they would pop back out into normal life mode, filling the space up again.
i love reading blogs, but real life isn’t always so defined. it is messy and dusty, sometimes really dusty, but it is mine and it is honest and i love it.