I have been avoiding blogging similar to how I avoid florescent office lighting. It has me scared. I don't have an amazing web designer to ensure my blog is aesthetically pleasing or navigationally efficient. I have NO clue how to make my own Facebook page for my blog separate from my normal public profile. I can't stand doing something that is not just right! The need for perfection before beginning something stalls progress. Mostly because perfectionism is driven by fear, and fear keeps us as stagnant as an old tree stump. Clearly, God doesn't require perfection in advance of our pursuing our callings. I have strengths: Writing, transparency in sharing with others my messy in hopes they find encouragement and comfort, wisdom of the human experience, and general creativity. So what has changed? Why am I on here once again?
Beginning January 2014, several bloggers I follow encouraged their readers to choose a word for the year, a word to live by and reflect on so to speak. At the time, I could not think of a single word, and that was fine with me. I was not overly concerned about lacking a word. Every word I could think of was cheesy and too Christian-y. No thanks. About half way through this year, I think I finally have my word. My word is BRAVE. Wait, I lied. I broke the rules and actually have two words, the second of which is STORY. Today's post is not going to delve into some of the heavy brave/story stuff. I have plenty of posts in draft form that just aren't ready. This entire year has been a master teacher. There will be much more to come on that later, no crazy specifics (because really, a blog is not a diary or a tell all...watch reality TV for that mess); Just general lessons and thoughts on the beauty and messiness of life. So, in the case of entering the blog world again, I'm choosing BRAVE over fear and the need for perfection. And on the STORY note, I am trusting God as the master story teller and the author of all creation, as He pens my journey, even with the chapters I don't always understand.
So, here we go...I'm ready.
Today will be a light fun post: A tour of my humble abode in the summer. My mama and I cleaned my apartment today. I mean baseboard, ceiling fans, air vents kind of cleaning. We had a blast, because let me just tell you. We don't just clean. We clean to the oldies. Today brought me back to a time in my life, where mama would turn up the oldies in the cabin, place me on her hip, and we would just dance around, sing, vaccuum, and clean!
Now, I just vaccuum on my own!
So, here is a little tour post a full day cleaning! And yes, I decided to keep the pom poms on the deer head, though I do feel the woodland creatures may need to be separated. Lord, help me. Clearly, I love color. Color is happy and keeps things from being too matchy matchy. Boring. The chevron rug is currently being washed.
Fresh flowers in a home are a must. I don't care who you are. Bring a little Jesus inside, people. It has become my weekly tradition to stop by the Farmer's Market and have a bouquet arranged in my vase for $15 dollars. Stop it. I know. $15.
And pick up some peach lemonade while you are at it. Just because. It's a little way to love yourself correctly in a pretty up tight, high pressure world.
A coffee table requires some thinking out and planning. You want to keep it simple with enough room where someone can rest his or her feet. Yes, a home should be inviting and a place to put up your feet. Don't get too fancy on people. It should feel as if the invitation for them to come over has been extended for years. Some coasters, a centerpiece with a candle, and a nice hardbound book is just enough. I chose the Pioneer Woman's new book. You can't go wrong with her.
Next up is the mantel. A mantel should be flexible, meaning you can change it up depending on the season, holiday, or your mood in general. I doubt my little rooster and flowery vases will work for the winter.
Next up, is the dining room turned reading room and bar. My apartment is little, but I was determined to have a mini bar.
The bar up close...
This is an old tea cart my mom found at an antique store. I'm obsessed
And never, ever go without a bookshelf. The messier, the better. Just stuff all the books you can in there, because you can never have too many books.
And finally the bedroom. It is the view you see first thing and the the view you see as your eyelids close. This room matters.
And the night stand...
Here is a little corner of my dresser that I did a little decorating for. My bedroom is the room where more decorating needs to happen. I just haven't gotten around to it.
That's it for the little tour. Stay tuned this week, because I have a tomato pie/tarte and a peach/blueberry cobber on tomorrow's agenda!