I spy with my little eye a tiny silver Christmas bauble.
It might be nice to be a straight arrow.
You know, the kind of person who tackles one challenge a time and sees each task through from beginning to end before moving on to the next.
But that is totally not me. I‘m a a bit more of a plate spinner; I usually find myself with a handful of ideas taking shape and multiple projects in motion, and I definitely enjoy the creative chaos of bouncing back and forth between them at my own whim.
My house is a perfect reflection of this nonlinear behavior. Just in the little corner of my kitchen captured above, my post-Christmas neutrals sit quietly in the background near a throng of vibrant Valentines and a burst of spring‘s yellow forsythia. In other rooms, paper snowflakes and wintry silver garlands still stream from the ceilings; a Happy New Year banner adorns my dining room wall, and a tiny silver tinsel tree glows from the corner.
This is no accident. Though specific seasons may come and go, each one of these small celebratory touches still speaks to me and I gladly embrace them. My home is a happy mash-up of different mid-winter moods that may not reflect perfection, but is a perfect representation of me.