My beautiful life

I do wish I could have fresh flowers everyday. Like peonies!

Once upon a time I was really wanting to love my home now and make it what I want it to be now as best I can, instead of just dreaming about what I can have one day. I mean this in a very practical way, as I rent a townhome that has ugly tan wood doors/closets/everything. That, I cannot change. But I CAN do other things. 

So I was reading a blog of home tours and they're always immaculate and gorgeous homes of people who live with kids. (Secretly one day I want to submit my home photos to show that probs the majority of people won't ever have such homes, but we can still make beauty in what we do have) anyway. One woman with a very beautiful and very white London home said she just did her best because they were on a limited budget. Then 3 paragraphs later she said she wouldn't know what to do without her housekeeper. 

I'm silently pondering that. 

Well I'll never have a housekeeper and I most definitely scrubbed a peed-on mattress today...BUT I am also not unhappy for the woman with the housekeeper!  And seeing her home inspires me to improve mine. So I relish in the differences we all have, yet the abilities we are all given to make our own beauty. 

Unfortunately, I don't think the woman owns a grizzly bear pj shirt like the one I'm wearing right now.    

So I relish here with you in my stained white pants, frumpy, but HAPPY momma self, with two kids who just dress in normal shorts and tshirts.  While maybe not always pleasing to the eye, it's Beauty all the same, my friends.