280/366: Goodbye Gold Shiny Thing

When we first bought our house...no, wait, when we first walked through our potential house, I knew this fixture had to come down.

It was the first thing I planned on doing.

Eight years ago.

Eight.

But priorities change.

A dishwasher was definitely more important than a chandelier.

A new baby and the bills that come with the bundle of joy were clearly ahead of the chandelier.

Until it broke.

A couple weeks ago it didn't turn on.  Ah, finally, the demise of this gold thing.  The only time I enjoyed it was at Christmas time when it was draped with garland and red ribbons.

We ordered this one and Tom installed it.

It is so much more of our style.

And I'll still dress it in garland for Christmastime.

Oh, the best part?

The first one wasn't really broken, but we didn't realize it until after this one went up.

Etsy?  Ebay?  Craigslist?  Who wants a beautiful, glittery, gold, flowered, crystal chandelier?  I bet it's on the top of the wishlist for all my readers! 

Ahem.

This is My Life

I'm a horrible cleaner. My house is a mess.

Things stay in one place (which isn't the right place) for so long that they become to take hold of that space and I no longer see it.

That paint brush for example. See it? On the sink. It was used for the blackboard paint (see far left of same photo, there is the half used can). I finished that project over a week ago. And yet the brush sits there. Empty can was from the prior evenings dinner. The rock next to the soap was from the crystals Tom grew last week. And yet the crap just sits and grows roots.

I do get to a breaking point. And if anyone is home, watch out. I'm best when left alone and given a short time period to clean. The best medicine for a clean home is visitors.

Anyway, I was cooking dinner last night and the boys were outside playing soccer, each with their own ball (no fighting then, or hogging the ball).

This is my life.

Making dinner and watching the boys play. Not having to worry that they'll run off. It was great.

Even though I had to stare out of a messy kitchen through a filthy window.

This is my life.

and I love it.