As a fellow design junkie, I am sure you understand the desire to make your home magazine worthy in some way. Whether its Lonny or Traditional Home you aspire to that drive towards perfection is always needling us.
Many of us carefully stage and crop our photos leaving only the best bits in view.
Oh this is not a bragging post. Let me tell you why I have such a renewed affection for my own house.
A few days before Christmas my 18 year old son came down with something and spent the holiday emerging from his room only briefly for tea and and present opening.
The day after Christmas my little one seemed sick and miserable and my husband and I weren't feeling too hot. Not being the sort to let a little head cold stop us we set off on our planned trip to Pennsylvania. By the time we got there it was all we could do to lie down at my mother in-laws house. This was no joke it was the flu. We didn't stay long and since my husband was the sickest, I ran around for over the counter meds and tissues. He and my little girl were sporting fevers around 102.
That night it hit me hard and the next day I opted to stay in the hotel room. It was awful for my husband to drag himself out of there and they simply moved to the couch at his mother's house.
You would think that staying in the hotel was a smart move but when I am sick at home I think nothing of wandering to the kitchen for some tea or a glass of water looking like a feral cat in PJs but in a hotel...not so much.
As I lay there, writhing, I all I could think was how badly I wished I was at home.
Although we are much better now, after another miserable five hour drive we arrived home and could not stop talking about how great it was to be home at our house.
So for all its lackluster flooring and builder grade fixtures...I love my house!
Love your house. Its the only place to be when you feel bad