I have to remember that homemaking is a process. A seriously long, sometimes hair pulling, process. Stress hit me like a ton of bricks this past holiday weekend. I had to stop and take deep breaths a lot of the time to refocus myself and I still felt seriously overwhelmed. I cannot wait to get my house all done and pretty and organized and functional. I feel like once that is done, then everything else will fall into place.
But then I sit and think about everything that needs to be done...and I'm overwhelmed again.
I wish I lived in England, so I could make the comfortable jump to whelmed instead.
Anyway. My craft room is currently being redone. We ripped out the carpet and tore out the ugly tile that was under, then put in this awesome purple metallic epoxy and powdered glitter....it looks like the Milky Way. It's fantastic and beautiful and soooooo hard to photograph with my iPhone. I had an old Harry Potter book whose binding broke, so I'm mod podging the pages to the wall. I've painted the closet doors in chalk board paint so I can keep track of project deadlines, to do lists, and shopping lists. I've painted the other walls "Barely Pink" which is the perfect compliment to the floor.
The unfortunate thing is, I still have to scrape the popcorn, repaint the ceiling, paint my furniture white (which will be a huge undertaking itself, as it's all cheap Big Lots shelves and Ikea tables), and replace the window and door. What makes this unfortunate? I can't finish it right now. I HAVE to get back my craft room into working organized order. Like right this second.I have too many projects I need to start and finish within a relatively short period of time and I can't wait any longer....it kind of sucks.
AND THEN! Christmas happened. Which has halted everything. I had grand plans of cleaning, unpacking, and decorating over my long 4 day weekend, and it was thwarted...by lack of planning on my part. Last minute shopping, relatives, cooking. You name it and it probably intervened. I hosted my first family dinner ever (it was only 6 people total...), and while the I made a delicious dinner, I ran out of paper towels and had to use dish cloths for napkins.....horror. I will now be making cloth napkins (and the to do list gets longer!). I didn't realize I don't have a rolling pin until I had my pie crust already mixed together, and I've lost our ladle and had to use a teapot for a gravy boat...which worked out pretty well, mind you. I was finally able to stop moving about 6 pm on the 25th and promptly fell into the turkey coma at 7 pm.
I just want my house to be pretty and functional. I crave it...but can't seem to get a handle on it. I think my problem is that I don't utilize my evenings. So maybe I'll start there?
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
The Hardest Part...
...Is figuring out where to start.
The Boy and I have lived together for 5 years now. We started in a bedroom, cramped, a little moody, with my stuff in boxes on a patio. We graduated to an apartment, then to a house we shared, and finally to our own home this past February. In all of these places we've lived, there has never been a system designed to keep things neat and tidy. Everything had been shoved where they could fit and that was that.
Due to an enormous amount of projects I was bogged down with this year, I never got the chance to fully unpack the house. Now I can! Exciting!!! But this puts me with the hard task of creating workable systems and pretty functionality all while appeasing the "I'm a man, don't make things too girly" mentality of The Boy...you know since he has to live there, too.
So my to do list is ginormous!
Currently my craft room is completely empty. I just redid the floor - a beautiful grape and black metallic with glitter mixed in...looks like the Milky Way! Logically, I should probably start the big overhaul there, but for some reason, it's just so hard to commit to that space.
I'll probably tackle both the craft room and the living room to appease the monkey on my back.
~Sarah
The Boy and I have lived together for 5 years now. We started in a bedroom, cramped, a little moody, with my stuff in boxes on a patio. We graduated to an apartment, then to a house we shared, and finally to our own home this past February. In all of these places we've lived, there has never been a system designed to keep things neat and tidy. Everything had been shoved where they could fit and that was that.
Due to an enormous amount of projects I was bogged down with this year, I never got the chance to fully unpack the house. Now I can! Exciting!!! But this puts me with the hard task of creating workable systems and pretty functionality all while appeasing the "I'm a man, don't make things too girly" mentality of The Boy...you know since he has to live there, too.
So my to do list is ginormous!
Currently my craft room is completely empty. I just redid the floor - a beautiful grape and black metallic with glitter mixed in...looks like the Milky Way! Logically, I should probably start the big overhaul there, but for some reason, it's just so hard to commit to that space.
I'll probably tackle both the craft room and the living room to appease the monkey on my back.
~Sarah
Monday, November 26, 2012
My Clueless Homemaking
It really is just that.
In a world full of extremes, I was blindly searching for some help. Help being a fantastic wife, training to be a wonderful mother, and guidance on making a happy place the family will want to come home to. The problem I kept running into on my search (for the Holy Grail, apparently), was either the Extreme Religious "Pray and read the bible, my humble servants" home or the Extreme Feminist "how dare you do things for your man when he has two capable hands" home. I am neither of these, in the least. I couldn't even find a happy medium to even pretend to go off of.
I am in a category all on its own. The homemaker who works 40ish hours a week, goes to the gym 3 days a week (on a good week, mind you), juggles horrendous time consuming hobbies, attempting to get pregnant, and coincidentally knows very little about this seemingly lost art of homemaking.
So join me on a journey of figuring it out. A journey of honing my skills. A journey of making our newly bought (a year ago) house a beautiful, organized, glorious place to grow old in and eventually grow up in. A journey of learning to juggle.
~Sarah
In a world full of extremes, I was blindly searching for some help. Help being a fantastic wife, training to be a wonderful mother, and guidance on making a happy place the family will want to come home to. The problem I kept running into on my search (for the Holy Grail, apparently), was either the Extreme Religious "Pray and read the bible, my humble servants" home or the Extreme Feminist "how dare you do things for your man when he has two capable hands" home. I am neither of these, in the least. I couldn't even find a happy medium to even pretend to go off of.
I am in a category all on its own. The homemaker who works 40ish hours a week, goes to the gym 3 days a week (on a good week, mind you), juggles horrendous time consuming hobbies, attempting to get pregnant, and coincidentally knows very little about this seemingly lost art of homemaking.
So join me on a journey of figuring it out. A journey of honing my skills. A journey of making our newly bought (a year ago) house a beautiful, organized, glorious place to grow old in and eventually grow up in. A journey of learning to juggle.
~Sarah
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