I’m a DIY and decor blogger who isn’t really that into fall… I’ll give you a minute to pick your jaw up off the floor.
I know. It’s like sacrilege in my world to even whisper that you aren’t into the season that follows summer and precedes winter. I've always felt like our Canadian summers are so short lived and our winters are so harsh, that I don’t want to make time for those ‘between’ seasons - especially when it comes to investing in decor.
These days, I feel, a penny saved is a penny that can be put somewhere more useful - like say a savings account, a new roof fund, that emergency vet bill (those always seem to come out of left field, don’t they?)
If I had a nickel for every unexpected emotion I’ve experienced being pregnant so far, I’d have at least enough money to buy a milkshake. I mean, blogs and articles and books and doctors can attempt prepare you, but I have found it’s those weird unexpected twists and turns that are giving me the biggest and best emotional highs.
The episodes of any home and design show where desperate young parents plead with a wily and energetic interior designer to help them ‘reclaim their home’ from their kids.
The before images are almost always the same - a living room that looks like it was ravaged by a Toys’R’Us tornado, a dining room table buried in arts and crafts, plastic bins of stuffies and Lego and dinky cars lining the hallways and ‘no place’ for the parents to just be adults.