Sunday, June 8, 2014
The time has come, the walrus said…
A wonderful friend of mine (and former Haven roommate) has decided that her blog needs a “do-over.” She is a busy wife, mother, and kitten mommy and she enjoys reading the blogs of other wives, moms and crafters. But she’s found that she’s more interested in their kids and activities than she is in their crafts and DIY projects. She’s invested in their lives.
So from now on, she’s going to blog about life.
You know life, don’t you? It’s that thing that isn’t camera-ready or color-coordinated or pin-worthy. It’s that real thing that makes you want to tear your hair out or weep or laugh until you weep.
And my wonderful friend (and others just like her) got me thinking.
I LOVE my DIY blogging friends. I love to watch them take a circa-1982 kitchen and turn it into something wonderful. I love serious bee-otches taking serious marble tile and making a bathroom seriously shine. I love folks who’s choice of color balance is spot-on. I love scale.
Boy, do I love scale. (Unless it’s weighing my 54 year-old body.)
But I love my life (and everyone in it) more. Brandywine is home, but it’s a very slowly-evolving home—mainly because it takes a lot of time and/or money, and right now there’s a shortage of both. So while I want to link up and celebrate all that we have accomplished….well, that’s slim pickin’s. (Who was also a great western movie actor, but I digress.) Yeah, I can occasionally do the tour of my hydrangeas or the “Hey! Here’s a curtain” post, but….well, I can’t do what other folks do. I’m busy trying to keep rural NC kids from dropping out of school.
So, if you want a great table setting, go to Pat. Want to laugh while you do a project? Bliss. If you want color-coordination, go to Paint. You love a good pallet project? Space is great. If you want a vignette? There are a skillion of folks out there with vignettes. Something a little bit different? My honorary niece is the best.
I’ll be here to have your back.
When your 19 year-old daughter decides (because she is an ADULT, dammit!) to move in with a 30 year-old miscreant who still thinks he MIGHT have a chance to be a rock star…I’ll be there with a tumbler of Jack and ginger and we will discuss the wisdom of just letting it run its course because it’s sort of like teething. Only with young adults.
I’ve got your back.
When your husband looks at you when that “feminine pain due to ladyparts dryness” commercial comes on and he says “So you WEREN’T lying”—I’ve got your back.
When all around you, women appear to be living perfect lives in perfect homes with their perfect families, you can stop by and take a look at what fresh hell I’ve got over here and then you can feel better about your linoleum floor. I’ve got your back AND a sixty-foot, half-dead magnolia that the tree man wants over 1200 dollars to take down.
Sure….I’ll occasionally get the bottle of Mod Podge out and smear it around. I will probably get the half-torn-up hall bathroom remodeled during this decade. Painting will occur. But for right now, it’s an accomplishment to get the toilet paper roll changed.
So instead of racing around to get something done to post on the blog…I’ll just be here until I need to get your back.
Courtesy of Teen Wolf, who thinks I am going to save us all. It’s a big job, but somebody’s gotta do it.