If you were to walk into my home it would be pretty obvious that I’m not much of a decorator. I’ve got things to look at around the house, but I’m no Martha Stewart. My home’s interior will not be featured in any posh magazines. There are three main reasons for this.
1) I am cheap frugal
2) I am becoming more of a minimalist with each move
3) I have about six(ty) other things that take up that kind of brain power on a daily basis
Because of these reasons I tend to unpack the boxes when we move, set things out, and kind of leave them there. I intend to get back to things and make cute little “tablescapes” and “groupings” of interesting objects. And the months roll by. Imagine my nonsurprise and lack of interest when my husband brought something to my attention:
AND?! So what if I have cute frames hanging around the house with no picture in them? One can see an effort has been made, right? So what if one of those frames hasn’t been filled in SEVEN years. Ahem.
The cute wooden frame with the owl. I got that on clearance at Target earlier this year. I had the idea to put a picture of the girls in there and put it in the playroom. It’s in the playroom.
The Disney frame we actually got at Disney, in February of 2008. My idea was to insert pictures of us at Disney. At least there are Disney characters in there now.
Reagan gave me the butterfly frame in Missouri…three years ago. I actually never got as far as thinking about what picture to put in here. It’s just sentimental to me because Reagan picked it out and gave it to me.
The big insult: the silver frame with three openings…um, I had the heartwarming idea to put a picture of baby Du on the left, a picture of baby Me on the right and then a picture of baby Reagan in the middle. This was before Reagan was even born…she’ll be eight in February.
The two gingerbread men only remind me of my dilatory ways in December. I think I only got them last year, too. And seeing as how I can’t get my stuff together to print pictures out the other eleven months of the year, it’s not looking too good to get these two guys pictured-up before next Christmas.
Sigh, and Du wants a whole wall of frames filled with family members. And my mother keeps hinting that she would like to have pictures sent to her, from me, of our kids. . . .