First off let me say I wrote this posting early Thursday and somehow WordPress never saved it – so here I am reconstructing it and I don’t have the short term memory skills for this. Gah.
This is a pic of my house that I’ve posted before — it’s an average house in a middle class neighborhood – we’re not that insane over making sure each blade of grass is even (as evidenced by the dead bush in front) but it’s a nice house and I’ve enjoyed it and it makes me happy. At least until I can sell it and move south where it never has ice.
But right now I’m not feeling it’s the outside that matters…
First I was having a pretty good day until I came downstairs and noticed what a mess the family room couch was. The new sheet I had bought to cover the cushions was just everywhere so I took it off and noticed about an 8 inch rip in the middle of the sheet. EmmaLou at it again. Here she is laying on the sheet on the kitchen floor – you can see the light space by her face; that’s the amazing rip.
Of course that meant I had to go out to my favorite store Bed, Bath, and Way Beyond to find a heavy bath sheet that might help protect the couch cushions. Gah.
I got home and put the new beige bath sheet on the couch and I was so proud of how nice it looked. Okay it’s not designer anything – just a comfy family room, but it made me happy.
Like I said, not fancy but my home is comfy and my style is eclectic – some very nice pieces, some antiques, some older, cheaper stuff all mixed together – it’s a home ya know?
Well, I made the mistake of going outside and I saw my neighbor (Mr. Lawnmower Man) across the street so I walked over to talk to him. He had recently had his countertops all replaced and I wondered if he was happy (we need to do the same thing at our house) with the work. He invited me in. I almost had a stroke. I have never seen such a beautiful home in my life (they have a ranch style house unlike our two story). Everything was perfect – it was immaculately clean, everything either matched or complimented and I thought for sure I was in a decorator’s showhouse. It made my stomach hurt. Well his countertops are Corian and they are drop dead gorgeous. I got the card for the company and plan to call them after we install the new oven so they can fix the countertop around that oven.
But I swear to you I will never let my neighbors into my house – never. Their house is Vern Yip; mine was done by these fellas – they came in as low bid.
Of course I came home, started throwing things in bags to give to the Vietnam Vets organization, throwing out junk mail, straightening pillows, looking at the hundred or so books stashed in the living room and the end table next to my comfy chair which has taken on a life of its own as far as storing crap. Now I want to sell or give away all my furniture, rip out all my carpeting, repaint all my walls, paint my kitchen cabinets, install chandeliers, buy new draperies (or anything but the sheers I whipped up on my handy dandy scary sewing machine). I’m in the depths of decorator depression. I even have a housecleaner in once every other week and still my house looks like overstuffed crap – too many tchotckes and books, and way too much furniture. I’m so depressed. At least I have curtains on the front door so if my neighbor shows up I can hide and not open the door.