What Our House REALLY Looks Like

This has been happening to me a lot lately. I'll run into a friend or relative I don't see very often, and they will say something like this:

"I really love reading your blog! It makes me feel ________"

Fill in that blank with any of the following:

"like such a slacker"
"embarrassed about my own house"

Sometimes they even say things to me like, "Your life seems so perfect," or "I hope you never come see MY house!"

Quite frankly, this really bums me out. It makes me feel like a jerk. I don't want to pretend like our home– or our life in general– is perfect. We have our ups and downs, just like everyone else. We have mess all over the house, just like everyone else.

So then I thought, I'll prove it to them. I'm going to post some photos of the house when it's not staged, not styled, not even cleaned up to look nice. I'm going to post photos of the house as it really looks in normal life. Blog life is not normal life, in case you didn't know!

If you were to drop by our house without notice this afternoon, this is exactly what you would see.

You would ring the front door bell while standing on a doormat that is completely covered in crunchy leaves. ALL THE TIME. The wind blows them right up to our front door, and I never do anything about it. Oops.

When you come in, you would look past the formal dining room and living room (which, admittedly, are never used and therefore aren't messy) to the main focal point, a bright orange shop vac. What can I say, every room needs a pop of color!

Let's go in the office, shall we? The back corner features an empty dog food bag (yes, we buy in bulk), a bright green storage bin full of dog food that I'm too lazy to put back on the bottom shelf, a mess of internet cords and a stack of random photo frames I don't know what to do with. Is that a stick on the bottom shelf? I have no idea why that's there. Oh well.

In the other corner, we have the dog chair. You can't see in this photo, but it's covered in dirt and dog hair. It's gross.

The floor is completely scratched up in this room. I don't think it's salvageable, so I choose to ignore it. There is also a lovely haze of dog hair covering the scratches. This room is photo shoot ready, for sure. 

That yellow towel is used to wipe mud off the dogs' feet when they come in from the backyard after a rain storm. It is literally encrusted with dried, caked mud. It's been sitting there three weeks – at least. I'm sorry. I fail at cleanliness.

In the other corner, we have a random stool and a bag of crafting supplies I haven't bothered to unpack. I just plopped them there a week ago, and they haven't moved ever since. 
What's that? Are those some random silver Christmas ornaments on my shelf? How lovely.

Here we have the most beautiful item in our home, a baby gate. I hate that we have a baby gate and we don't even have a baby! It quarantines the dogs in this room when we leave, but man-oh-man is it UGLY. Also, our beloved dogs have scratched up the wood trim. Awesome

Yep, the back porch is also covered in leaves all the time. And don't even bother stepping into the actual backyard area because you know I never pick up the dog poop. Nope. Step at your own risk. 

 Let's peek at the kitchen and den, shall we? 

Sometimes I get to work from home. And when I do, I'm surrounded by clutter while I work on the kitchen island.  Paperwork, pens, a highlighter, some junk mail, the usual. Over by the fridge we have some trash and an empty Gatorade bottle. The green and orange really works with my color scheme.

Another computer, some coupons, my Nook, a couple bananas, a mess of cords... And you should know that cake stand is covered in cookie crumbs. I just let it sit like that for weeks without washing it. Nice.

Next, we have an empty blue cup in the den and a throw blanket that is not exactly thrown "artfully." Sometimes it's just... thrown. And rumpled. 

Hidden away behind the kitchen is the laundry room. I'm in the middle of a few loads, so it looks like this. The husband calls it a war zone. It's me vs. the dirty clothes pile. I will win, goshdarnit!

One step to the left leads you into our private sanctuary, the master bedroom. Isn't it such a sanctuary right now?

We haven't had a bed skirt since we moved in, oh, seven months ago. I keep waiting for us to buy a real upholstered bed so that we don't need one. In the meantime, the bright blue box spring shows through. That's ignoring that fact that we only make the bed about 50% of the time, and today is not one of those days. 

On the opposite wall, another snapshot of my losing battle with my own laundry. You can hardly see my gorgeous horse photo when I have that junky pile of clothes there, which is 85% of the time. The husband loves that about me, my ability to cover empty surfaces in my clothing items. ;)

Want to see something really gross? I'm embarrassed, I really am. Check out the dog hair situation on the bench at the end of the bed. Both dogs like to use it as a back scratching post. I mean, EWW. I can't believe I'm sharing this on the world wide interwebs. 

Back on the other side of the house, we have a hoarding station/home office that doubles as a guest bedroom. The husband pays the bills in here while surrounded by my thrift store treasures. He loves it.

There's another beautiful room down the hall, too. It comes with a Christmas candle and some dead flowers. I know, I'm the queen of hospitality. 

I have no idea why the lamp is on the bed, but I guarantee you it won't be moved until we have more guests come to visit. Then I'll be motivated to place it on the bedside table where it rightfully belongs.

Now you've seen how our house looks like on a normal day. So the next time you see me, please don't say anything about how this blog makes you feel bad about your own house. That makes me feel terrible and like a fraud.

The reality is, I just like to buy cheap things and use them to decorate our house. That doesn't mean I'm an impeccable homemaker with picture perfect interiors all the time. In fact, the husband will vouch for you that I'm pretty awful at cleaning, cooking, sewing, laundry and all other things that make someone a domestic maven. I can. however, decorate and doodle. That's about it!

Phew, feels good to get that off my chest! #NoJudgmentZone

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