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Messy/Beautiful

I’ve fallen into that trap we’ve all fallen into, of trawling the internet, clicking links from blog to blog to blog, seeing all these lives – these beautiful women in beautiful clothes living in beautiful houses somehow un-ruined by their beautiful children.  I’ve wasted hours.  Days.  And been left feeling frustrated and jealous, coveting what I do not have.

My house is messy and somewhat unkempt.  There are dishes stacked by the sink – baby spoons and sippy cups and the blender Simon uses to make smoothies every morning.  Our kitchen trash can is too small, so sometimes we just put our garbage into a big black sack in the corner.

There are toys on my living room floor pretty much 24 hours a day – blocks, trains, toy giraffes.  Most nights, I tidy them away into a cupboard, but sometimes I don’t, because I know they’ll come back out again at 7am.  There are bits of rice cake ground into the carpet; there is melted candlewax on my hearth; there are tiny little trousers stained with fruit and tomato sauce and milk lying on my bedroom floor.

My own appearance is no different.  My favorite hoodie has spit-up on the shoulder, and I keep forgetting to wash it.  Some of my jeans are too big in the butt, but I wear them anyway because they’re comfortable.  Most days I just scrunch some mousse into my hair and let it air dry.  I can’t remember the last time I felt stylish enough to stand pigeon-toed with my hand in my coiffure, showing off my cute outfit and vintage pumps.  I don’t even own any vintage pumps.

But here’s what I have learned: vintage pumps are overrated.  As are perfectly made beds and dream kitchens.

My life is disheveled, sloppy, messy.  But, to me, messy is beautiful.

11 Responses to “Messy/Beautiful”

  1. Sara Roberts

    If it makes you feel any better, darlin’, at my lunch break today I washed my dishes from Monday night’s dinner. LOL And my living room had my kids’ toys in it until they started school – complete with a Lego table, and different variations of the kid’s table and chairs set where they would eat meals in front of the TV……SO….yeah. Such is life. Even now, after I’ve officially reclaimed my living room, you can still spy the occasional Naked Barbie Woodstock or have the arch of your foot pulverized by arm men (which blend PERFECTLY with my horrid paisley carpet). But it gets better. Not calmer or cleaner, necessarily. But better. Wonderful thoughts, as always.

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  2. Mary @ Noah Baby

    This line: “I can’t remember the last time I felt stylish enough to stand pigeon-toed with my hand in my coiffure, showing off my cute outfit and vintage pumps. I don’t even own any vintage pumps.” BRILLIANT.

    I suffer from the same blog envy but I have to remind myself that these people are spending A LOT of time focusing on the perfect outfit for the perfect photo for the perfect blog post. That’s time that could be spent rolling around on the floor laughing with their toddler in their yoga pants and greasy hair. That’s pretty how much my days go.

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  3. jen

    I could not agree more with Mary ! I get jealous of those fancy cameras I saw lost of parents outside both schools with them today ! My apartment is so so small and my kids are never perfect but it is a charmed life it really is and so is yours and you are real ! Maybe it is the Belle in us did you not say your are from the South ? My sister yells at me when I take photos with my i phone and says that this blog business is getting outta hand 🙂

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