I definitely know that there are plenty of people who say to themselves, "That's fun. Good for HER, but I would never do that to my fireplace/kitchen/dining room/fill-in-the-blank!"
I heart my house.
I heart it to my very core.
I'm proud of it.
For the first time in my life (and the lives of my family) we are not in a space where we have to think about the next people who will be living here, or what the landlords will think or how anything will affect its resale value. We recycled a mobile home. Paid cash for it. Put new wood where there were holes in the floor. Then we began to live in it. Really, truly live in it.
It is in this kind of space you are able to hand your children buckets of paint and say, "Have fun." They are painting their rooms (finally, we tend to "live in it" slowly!). They are asking for guidance and assistance when they want to. I'm sure there will be much paint landing on the carpet ... the almost 20-year-old hunter green repo doublewide carpet. Cry me a river.
We all have freedom with this house and with these walls. It is old and cheap.
The dining room is orange. Lots and lots and lots of orange. That Olivia Newton John album was worn out on my Winnie Pooh record player, back in the day.
The things still around after purging find a place to be seen, talked about and enjoyed. Including the shelf that once stood in the office of the Surf Court Motel in Rockport, Texas. A lovely little place owned by my in-loves. The shelf is now yellow, after dear friends spent the better part of a week, stripping off every last layer of paint. This warped little piece holds more love than anyone would know by looking at it.
This is a wall where I put a bunch of crap that has no other place to land, but still means enough we want it around. Over the next several years, I expect it will be covered, floor to ceiling. Get bored at my house? Just stare at this wall!
My "back" fireplace. Covered in broken clocks I collected over several years. Because, ya' know ... screw time constraints! Capped off with two funky pounded copper pieces I found at GoodWill back when we only had two kids.
Pictures lovingly created by my children and their best friends, the first time they met. A reminder they look to regularly.
When we bought the RV park, we changed the name. That left us with a bag full of old keychains. Really amazing, retro keychains. I tied them all up and hung them from an old can. Wind chime-esque hangy thingy.
This is also hanging in my kitchen. A metal coil of some sort that looks fun and springy when dangling by a string. It was found under the RV of Willie. It means so very much to me. Just this week a couple drove up who stayed at the park before we bought it. They were asking if "The Alligator Man" was still around. Warmed. my. heart.
Finally, my very favorite thing. My "front" fireplace. Decoupaged mostly with scraps of Seventeen magazines I saved from high school. I love this. I LOVE this.
The rest of the house is full of clutter and life. When I say we have old carpet, I mean ... no, really. We have really old, junky carpet. There is a patch in front of the fireplace where they cut out the old, junky carpet (I'm guessing there was a pretty big burn or something). We have not replaced the flooring. We have a SECOND piece of old, junky carpet filling the gap. It does not match. Not even close.
Yesterday, while picking out paint, the kids and I decided our hallway would make a great guest book. We're going to paint it and then always have Sharpies on hand for people to sign-in. All over the walls. Date it, share words of wisdom, whatever. I'm not sure who was most excited - them or me!
I heart my house.
All that it is and all that it isn't.
But mostly, what it is.