Managing time has never been my strong point. I resist prioritizing like the plague. I admit, I trick myself into thinking that I'm organized by keeping dozens of running lists, on all sorts of pads and scraps of paper. I start with a solvable list of maybe six to-do items, I accomplish four then transfer the other two unfinished items to a new list where I've added several more new items. So the lists mutate and multiply, but never disappear! Aaaaaa! I do make sure that the shop is always looking lovely, but with all of the buying, selling, bookwork, decorating, refinishing, etc. I don't have a minute to spare for the homefront. You remember my living room that won the contest for Better Homes and Gardens magazine? Here's a reminder photo. This is what it looked like in January:
And here's what it looked like in May:
How would you like to sit and have a relaxing spot of tea with me in my designer dining room:
The entryway and the guest room (please, be my guest!):
And lastly, my bedside (why are my dreams so busy?):
That's Marcel's extra bed on the right that he sleeps in from time to time. There's a googly eyed Mother's Day card on the nightstand. I know... I'll insert a close-up here for levity:
So you would think that I'd get tired of living this way, that I'd put my foot down and cry out, "This can't go on!" But you'd be wrong my friend. Here are a few updated photos that I took a mere fifteen minutes ago, starting with the award winning living room:
I'd love to have you over for a yummy pesto dinner, but I'm afraid we'll be eating al fresco as this is the state of my dining room:
And let's check in on the entry hallway and guest room:
And my bedside (slightly better!):
Maybe I should just move out! One benefit is, now that I've come clean so to speak, I will be challenged to make amends and show you the "after" photos. The good news is that through all of this Marcel is happy and thriving. We spent the day at the beach yesterday. Now that's good prioritizing!
