Okay, so I just cannot actually make these wordless. It still has a picture!
Have a look at Lauren’s blog, My Postpartum Voice, for the explanation on today’s post. And please feel free to join in!
This is my living room, aka the room people first see when they walk in our front door. It’s turned into Connor’s play room, which sort of drives me crazy, but it’s better than having stuff all over the family room that’s adjacent to our kitchen, which we spend more time in.
We heart clutter
Yes, that’s a bookcase overflowing with stuff (mostly mine). Yes, that plant has some dead leaves. They’ve probably been there since before Connor could walk. Yes, that’s a pile of toys that don’t really have their own home so end up stuffed in the corner. (Hey, it’s better than someone breaking a leg.)
What’s your point?
Anyone else imperfectly perfect?
