True Confessions (of a House Gone Bad)
I have a confession to make. My house is a train wreck. Which is why I hardly ever blog. Because really, who wants to look at that? I sure don't. That's why I have pictures like the above. I don't live there (though it is about 20 minutes from my house). That's my happy place. I visit it often. Often.
But here's the thing. In real life, my house is not pretty. First off, it's a huge mess. I work late, so Mr. Magpie is with the kids until 10am every day. He's a wonderful man, truly, but a housekeeper he ain't. So you can just imagine the total destruction I face every morning.
Secondly, even worse, even if it were clean, it's awful! Because the truth is that I have no idea what I'm doing. I managed to figure out my old house fairly well, but this house has me completely stymied. I don't know if I've just been looking at it for too long or what, but I'm floundering. I have some ideas, but it's all so overwhelming I don't know where to start.
So I'm asking you, dear readers, to help me. I'm tired of facing it alone, all of this, and I'm so stuck I don't even know where to start. So pick a room. Tell me, in the comments, which room to work on and I will work on it. And I will share my process with you -- every mis-step, every mistake. There will be plenty, I assure you.
OK. Enough stalling. This is my house. My real house. My not-cleaned-or-fluffed-or-styled-just-got-out-of-bed-and-took-pictures-of-the-wreckage, house. (Let the humiliation begin...)
So, there you go. The unvarnished truth.
It's embarrassing. But you know what? It's also kind of empowering. Because it's the truth. And if I can figure this out, then hopefully someone, somewhere will learn something to help themselves figure it out too. I keep saying that anyone can do this. Theoretically that should apply to me, too.
So pick the room (or outdoor space) you want to see made over first, put it in the comments, and it shall be done.
It has to go up from here. One room at a time.
It's time to wake up to a different view.