Hello friends. Happy Friday! I feel like I say this all. the. time. but this week felt particularly long. My weekend in Tahoe was wonderful but it also kind of kicked my ass. Staying up late drinking into the wee hours of the morning really takes it out of me. I just can’t hang like I used to.
Lately I feel like my blog has been a bit… blah, and I’m not really sure how to snap out it this blahness. I’ve been feeling rather uninspired. I’ll have these random ideas for blog posts float through my head, but then whenever I sit down to write about them… nothing comes. So I apologize if my blog has been less than engaging lately. (and yes, I know I shouldn’t have to apologize for my blog, but since it is my blog, I can do what I want. and what I want to do is apologize for being boring.) (really I’m apologizing to myself.)
I’ve also started to feel really blah about my apartment, and I think maybe that is carrying over to my blog? That sounds crazy, I know. But I go home and I look around and I feel blah, and then I start to think of all the things I want to do to anthropologie it up and make it feel more “blogworthy,” and then I get overwhelmed and do nothing. I have lived in our apartment for three years, which is the longest I’ve lived anywhere consecutively since I was 18, and in a way I think being stationary for this long has made me feel… stagnant. I’m used to moving and purging and redecorating every couple of years. So now I want to paint a wall or redecorate a room or do… something.
I want my apartment to magically look just like this. And by magic I mean I want Emily Henderson to come over and redo it while I’m sleeping and then not charge me for it.
Last night Kevin and I got into a little tiny stupid argument, (mostly) my fault, about our extra room. You see, our apartment is small, and because of that, our second bedroom tends to morph into that of a storage unit.* And last night I went into it and stared around and then dramatically declared “I HATE THIS ROOM! WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING AN EXTRA ROOM IF WE JUST USE IT AS A CLOSET!” When Kevin looked at me dubiously, I continued: “I’VE WANTED TO MAKE THIS INTO A REAL GUEST ROOM FOR OVER A YEAR! BUT YOU NEVER HELP ME!” This is pretty much the opposite of true, so Kevin was less than pleased. The truth is that he offers to help me all the time, but I am exceptionally lazy and often say “I don’t feel like it, let’s do it another day.” And then he shrugs and says okay. And then I blame him later. Oh, marriage! (And yes, I apologized).
All of this is to say that I think I need to spice things up a bit, here on my blog and also in my apartment. A spring cleaning will do me some good. Purge and clean and update. And maybe then the inspiration will start flowing again.
Or maybe I just need to stop reading so many design blogs?
Probably the latter.
Anyway, how are you all doing? What’s new in your neck of the woods? Any of you feeling the same blah as me?
*Our friend Jesse refers to this as our “room of shame,” because 95% of the time when he comes over the door is shut and I tell him not to go in there. It’s like Monica’s secret closet.