When Paul and I bought our first house together, we spent a lot of time redecorating and renovating to make it more “us.” We chose cherry cabinets, black granite counters, neutral rugs and couches and beautiful muted colors for the walls.
I spent hours searching for the perfect fabric and then sewing curtains and matching pillows for the living room so that everything was coordinated.
And then the kids came along.
And now our “perfectly coordinated” living room is splashed with accents of primary red and yellow and blue.
It’s full of raucous stripes and owls and polkadots.
Our beautiful dining chairs and tablecloths have been replaced by shark cushioned chairs and wipeable placemats.
And our once plain, beige walls are covered in artwork, chore charts and calendars.
Our neutral carpet is strewn with toys…
And our peaceful office is now called the “toy room.”
Sometimes I yell and scream about the toys that seem to be taking over the house, about the fact that our rooms are no longer “perfect.” But then I take a deep breath (or two, or three) and remember that these wild, crazy colors are just proof that it’s no longer just Paul and I living here- it’s a family. A silly, noisy, crazy family.
It’s perfectly imperfect.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Now go see what “Color” looks like for Tina Hunter!