In order to get caught up on what’s currently going on at my house, I feel like I have to get you brought up to speed on some of my favorite projects over the past two years. I’ve been taking pictures for the blog since I bought the house, but never did anything with them! The time has come to move on and get to it!

Meet my $0.99 chair. It’s gouged, scratched, and wobbly.

Meet the chair after it’s been hit with a can of Krylon’s Coral Isle Gloss Indoor & Outdoor Spray Paint. I didn’t sand, I didn’t prime. I just sprayed to my heart’s content. The result? A very low-maintenance, antiqued finish. Since I couldn’t fix the chunks of wood missing from the backrest I simply wrapped the top bar with a little foam from an old mattress topper. After stapling that down around the edges and covering it in a cute fabric, I added nail head trim to keep everything held down tightly. The lower rungs were too small to add a bulky foam cushion to. They also weren’t gouged, so I wrapped them in fabric only.

My sister’s boyfriend only had one comment. That comment was, “the seventies called… they want their chair back”. I guess you can say he is not amused.

Anyone annoyed by my over-use of parenthesis yet? Sorry. Can’t help it. That’s how I think. It’s like this…

Coherent thought. Coherent thought (which makes me think of this. And this.) and then, oh yes, here’s the rest of that second coherent thought. Next coherent thought.

Final coherent thought. The end.

Drives my husband crazy.

My sisters think like this too, so when we’re all in a room (there’s four of us girls) and we’re all talking at once (that’s the only way it works) it’s very hard to keep up with the conversation if you’re a little slow (or a man). Because we tend to change topics quickly and sometimes in the middle of a topic. Sometimes we never finish an original conversation. Someday I will post a group text conversation on here. You’ll be amused. I promise.

Can someone please tell me why rustic décor must include roosters? I just don’t understand.

The first definition of rustic is: of or relating to the countryside; rural (according to Google…).

It says nothing about roosters. I realize that roosters live in the country… and people like them… generally. I also have neighbors that have a rooster and chickens. But, (in my opinion) it’s one of the ugliest animals on the planet. Why would I put them all over my house?

Here’s another question. Why are they so common in kitchen décor? I can’t find rustic kitchen décor anywhere that doesn’t include a rooster. Okay… that may be stretching it a bit, but you don’t see living rooms with roosters in them. Why is that?

This post is about to get hilariously hypocritical… Because I must confess that I’m obsessed with cows.

Yes. Cows. I have a cow in my kitchen… and milk bottles. So the same people I’m insulting (regarding roosters) are now looking at me skeptically because I have a love for cows. Here’s the main point of this post though… I can love cows but not necessarily associate them with rustic, country décor. I can also avoid saturating the kitchen with cows. (See above where I mention that I have ONE cow in my kitchen. Now that I think about it… I have ONE cow in the house.)

If you’re a good friend of mine and you have roosters in your house or yard and you’re now wondering if I hate all of your décor and think you’re stupid for liking roosters the answer is no. I love your homes. You’re free to like roosters, or pigs or any animal that strikes you. The home is an expression of ones self and you are free to decorate with what pleases you. The entire point of this post is for me to express my opinion and to let you know that I don’t have any room for understanding of the common obsession for the rooster. That’s all.

PS – Totally ridiculous second post. I’m a terrible blogger already. And… no pictures! Which totally makes sense due to the fact that I only want to post my own pictures here… and I have no roosters to take pictures of… now I feel better.

UPDATE – Look at this picture and tell me that doesn’t make you feel overwhelmed and half-mad…

PPS – I have a chipmunk in the basement.

Something tells me I should not be sharing this with you all. My first blog post out of the gate and I’m sharing my filthy, disgusting living room, with 10 lbs of dog fur sprinkled over all. My Mom will have a coronary. She also might not come visit here in a couple of weeks as planned.

Why am I starting a blog about my home, life and décor when my house looks like this? Because I’m hoping it will give me a reason to improve upon areas of my life that need improvement. Mainly my health, and the general appearance of my home.

I’m also hoping to paint a more real picture about my life. My house is perfectly clean (the definition of perfect is debatable) and nicely decorated whenever I have guests. Of course this leads them to believe that my house is perfectly clean and decorated 24/7 and that’s just not true…

Another big focus of this blog is the other area of my life that I struggle with. I’m a 13-year veteran, Type 1 Diabetic and I suck at it. The end.

Actually, I’m vastly improving, but I’m failing miserably at being consistent. I’ll probably be tackling some blog posts regarding my disease that won’t pertain to home décor, and you may not really care. But, you see… this is my blog… and my therapy, so I get to choose what I write about.

Good enough for you? It’s good enough for me.