That image above, what with the teepee and the massive, awesome record collection, completely made my day when it showed up in my inbox earlier this week (thank you Lisa). Then I came across the rest of the house and had a moment of pure "house bliss".This place makes me so happy. I love how natural and sort of undecorated (and even a little bit modest) it feels...not self-conscious or dripping in trends. I love the open spaces and amazing windows and how they mixed the chunky, earthy elements (the credenza and those beams) with little pops of femininity and opulence (the pink paintings and that gilded gold frame).
And truth be told, I needed a little shot of happy, because I've been, well...awfully salty of late.
I'm generally an optimistic gal. I’m upbeat, (sometimes even annoyingly so)…I don’t really have a “dark side” to speak of. So this bout of disgruntlement is throwing me a bit.
As a general rule I think there are things you’re always allowed to be a little bit disgruntled about, say, a week of consecutive hundred-degree days, bad service on airlines, the oil spill, people who text while driving… but (up until now) I have stuck pretty firmly to the belief that life is too short to be snarky and frustrated about little things.
And this friends is what’s throwing me…I’m (to use a completely overused phrase) sweating the small stuff and griping (incessantly) about the things I either can’t control or shouldn’t care about in the first place. For example, last night I found myself laying in bed wide-awake at 3:00 am, agonizing over the fact that I picked “eggshell” instead of “flat” paint for Audrey’s room, and all week I’ve been rehashing in my mind an old grievance that should be long forgotten.And then as if by fate, just as I was busy writing a complaint filled e-mail to a buddy yesterday, griping about pretty much everything under the sun, I came across that image above via mary ruffle (but then again her tumblr is pretty much chock full of goodness) and thought yes, exactly. Totally obvious and simple, but most important things usually are.
So I'm going with it, trying to let it go, doing some yoga stretches, breathing, drinking (just kidding...sort of). We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, I'll just stare at the pictures of that house above some more.
