I Could Never Live In a Home That Was...
Don't get me wrong, an all white house with slick clean surfaces is appealing on days where laundry is overflowing onto the floor and a dustbunny tumbleweed rolls past me. But I wouldn't trade the main clutter culprits (the hubby, the kid, and the animals) for a sterile environment.
I've ranted before about not minding the dust.
I like our things. They tell the story of our lives.
Like the framed poster of an opera from college I was in.
Or Engineer's collection of Hard Rock Cafe pilsners from all over the world.
What about the family treasures like my Paw-paw's pipe or Engineer's Great-Grandmother's glass rolling pin?
How boring our house would be without stuff - if there weren't stories and memories behind the things we surround ourselves with.
Besides, in a minimalist house, where would I put all of my hats?
This is Day 16 of the Bloggy Moms Blog Dare
Day 1 - My Holiday Wish
Day 2 - When Snow Begins to Fall
Day 4 - Acts of Kindness
Day 6 - I Don't Think You Understand
Day 7 - I Finally Gave In And...
Day 11 - I Seem to Collect
Day 12 - What I'd Like New Moms to KnowDay 13 - And the Flight Attendant Said
Day 14 - If I Could Have Chosen My First Name
Day 15 - Her Frantic Motions