Truth.

The truth is, there are three different types of people in the world of domesticity: Those who do, those who can't do, and those who think they can do but really can't.

Wait... what?

If you were able to follow that, I will tell you that Justin and I have thus far fallen closer into that third realm. We're wannabes. Misfits. Naive. We often walk into our home and don't even see the ripped, worn carpets, unfinished trim, or paint splotches on the walls. We only see what it could be... what we want it to be... not what it actually is. We're blinded by our own enthusiasm. And then we wonder why our neighbors give us questioning looks when they walk into our house.

Case-in-point:



Think this is the latest in modern art? Unfortunately, no. We're not that trendy. This is evidence of us trying to lock down a paint color for the kitchen. It's been like this for two years.

And how embarrassing is this?



Do you think the carpet looks like this in some obscure corner of a back bedroom no one ever sees? No dice. Welcome to our main hallway.

And umm.... wait... what is that?!



Well that's another story for another time.

In all fairness, we truly did buy a "fixer-upper" for our first home, thinking our vast HGTV-watching experience would make us experts at flipping a house. It was only built in '94, but years of negligent owners and uncaring renters had let the place fall into major cosmetic disrepair by the time we bought it in April of 2007. Nothing in here that is dirty, worn or broken (besides some of our old furniture) is a mess of our own making. We bought it like this, I promise. But the incomplete projects? The disorganization? The gnaw marks on our table and sofa legs from when we first took home our pups? Oh yes, that's all ours.

v/r,
Katie