I Could Never Live In a Home That Was...

...minimalistic.

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 3 - What We Tell (or Don't Tell) Our Children About Christmas

Day 4 - Acts of Kindness

Day 5 - What I Had Hoped to Accomplish With My Blog in 2012

Day 6 - I Don't Think You Understand

Day 7 - I Finally Gave In And...

Day 8 - The Look On Their Face Made It All Worth It

Day 9 - I Was Certain That I Would Disappoint

Day 10 - The Old Item of Clothing That I Just Can't Part With

Day 11 - I Seem to Collect

Day 12 - What I'd Like New Moms to Know

Day 13 - And the Flight Attendant Said
Day 14 - If I Could Have Chosen My First Name
Day 15 - Her Frantic Motions