Seeing as I have several small creatures who depend on me for survival, I do very little decorating and call it minimalism.
I am especially excited about fall because that means SUMMER IS OVER!!
I lived in Mexico City for 18 years, so I was used to year-round perfect weather. Sure, Mexico has its downsides, but the weather is wonderful.
BUT THEN.
I came to California, and good Lord, what is this torture?? This summer we had ashes falling from the sky like an apocalyptic movie and several 109 days. Anything left outdoors will either melt, be covered in ashes, or get fried to a crisp. Our unfortunate roosters were proof of this.
But now summer is over and I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
In a hopeful, not dying way.
Two pumpkins and a candle make up for a lot of summertime suffering.
This antique cabinet came from our old accounting office and I am very fond of it. I use it to store candles and a gift bag containing more gift bags, which is a sign of adulthood.
Another sign of adulthood is being excited about shoe storage. I mean, look at this shoe cabinet, how could I not love it?
Our shoe cabinet is so wonderful I don’t really have to do much and the hallway still looks great, especially since Graeme vowed not to leave screwdrivers and earplugs on top of the cabinet anymore. #carpenterlyf
Our peg rack by the front door makes me very happy.
There’s no room for Graeme’s hat on it because I put a tiny birdhouse and a bit of lavender on there, both of which are very important and useful.
Our piano these days serves mostly as decor since Graeme is busy and my three years of piano lessons didn’t pay off.
The only one who plays the piano occasionally is Baby Grace, standing on her tip toes and shaking her butt.
What a genius.
I had plans to make a fall wreath, but then I remembered I have 367 more important things to do, which include but are not limited to:
- Feeding three people many times a day
- Washing a tremendous number of dishes and clothes
- Reading a devotional and memorizing a Bible verse with Forest
- Wiping a small butt
- Trying and failing to pull out a tiny, curly white hair that mocks me
- Exercising…on occasion
- Reading many, many books to Forest. He’s been into Roald Dahl lately, so we’ll sit in his teepee and read Danny the Champion of the World until one of us farts and we have to get out.
This is why I haven’t painted my nails in five years…or made a fall wreath. You’ll just have to imagine it. It was very pretty.
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