I have heard rumours there are those who can live life without making a mess, but I am not one of them.
I blame my Dad for that. I also blame him for the fact that I can't stand to live in a mess, though I am fantastic at creating them...riddle me that!
Maybe he'll come and clean up for me to assuage his guilt.
Not is okay too, Dad.
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Since every little thing I do is magic, and I make the mundane look beautiful without even trying, I thought it would be worth documenting what life looks like after living happens. Don't even try to top my amazing photography...it's just not possible, my camera and I are one. I spent hours getting the setting-thingys just right and waited for the perfect light before I took these pictures.
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I ran around the house and took some pictures on my decrepit camera on the auto setting.
Really I do this for posterity, so that when my kids are gone and my daughter and daughters-in-law (daughter-in-laws, daughters-in-laws??) are feeling like all they do is clean up messes they and their kids make, I can say that "it's okay, my house used to be like that too when my kids were young."
I write that as though I'm gonna grow out of being messy or something. Maybe it will comfort me in 20 years to see that nothing has really changed!
I plan on blitzing the house and getting it back to it's "before" state so my brain can turn off as soon as I'm done here. But before I spend that sweet time putting my brain/life/house in order, I give you :
"After..a Series of Photographs About Living"
coming soon to an Art Gallery near you*
*not really, like you needed me to point that out
|After Quiet Time|
|After Girls Night and Some of the Day Following|
|After Girls Night and One Post-Craft Half-Hearted Cleaning Attempt|
|After All the Laundry In the House Was Cleaned and Put Away for Five Minutes|
Sometimes I wish my house was always neat and tidy, as though it was staged for a house showing. I love the beauty of things in their place. It's restful and welcoming to come into. But a life that is always staged isn't a life being lived, at least not by me. And I know, I know, some people can live life well without always having enormous messes to clean up, and I am a little in awe of people who do that well. But if it's going to be a toss up between me doing things, creating things, sharing good food (or nachos), laughing together or having a house that's always picture perfect, I'm gonna do my best to make the biggest and best messes, because that is where our best memories are gonna be made.
"If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it."