It's a little bit of this and a little bit of that, but it's mine.
The floor needs sweeping and the window needs curtains, but at least it's all mine.
It's all mine. The dust bunnies, the sunlight, the cozy walls of our living room, the hand-me-down chair. All mine.
The covered stool that belonged to the original Della, the clock brought back from Vietnam, the farm painting from an estate sale. All mine.
I was thinking about all of this as I endlessly perused the many blogs out there and the beautiful homes and photographs. I sometimes lust over the things that I don't think I have. Think. I sometimes get jealous of paint colors and clean lines and furniture and kitchen shelves and well, I could go on and on. You know what I mean.
But I walk into the little farmhouse each night. I watch television in the room above. I study the four walls and every surface each day. I think about ideas and projects and all the things I see out there and you know, the thing I love most about my house is that it's mine. Perfectly and imperfectly all mine. Mine and ours- the Fella and me.
What do you love about your little piece of the world?