If you follow this blog at all, you know that:
- I start every post by apologizing for being too darn busy to post more frequently/regularly. I am super predictable like that. You’re welcome.
- There is pretty much no rhyme or reason to what or when I post. Some posts are about pillows, some are about potty-training and some are just about documenting the chaos and randomness involved with living and traveling in China. There is no common theme. I’m super predictable in my unpredicatablness. You’re welcome.
- Proofreading is not really my top priority and….
- My dining room is an embarrassment to mankind
Okay…it is possible that even my most avid readers (Mom?) may not know that last little factoid. It would be easy enough to miss (if you are blind). The thing is, I purposefully do not to give my dining room too much screen time. There is the occasional nod to it’s existence here and there…but there are no solo performances. No up close and personal interviews. No full frontals, if you will.
Let’s put it this way, if my dining room were to die and be reincarnated into a celebrity, it would be reborn as that other girl in Destiny’s Child. Not Beyonce… not Kelly whatsherface…not…what was the other one’s name? Yeah…Michelle Williams…that’s it! But, no, not her either. It would be the other girl that quit the group before they made it really big (Seriously, how much would you want to kick yourself in the face if you were that girl? #badlifedecisions). Basically, it is forgettable.
Are you still following me?
I don’t hide my dining room from you because I am trying to fool you into thinking every room in my house is gorgeously beautiful and worthy of an HGTV magazine spread (HA! As if!). No, that is not it at all. Believe me, if I COULD fool you into thinking that, I TOTALLY would. I am not above looking all Pinterest-y to the general Internet public. But the unfortunate truth is that I can’t fool you. Firstly, you’re pretty smart. Secondly, fooling you would require a lot more talent and energy than I currently possess. And perhaps most importantly, many of you have actually set foot inside my house so you would know that I was full of shit.
So no, I am not trying to fool you by hiding the disastrous state of my dining room. Rather, I simply have been waiting for the right time to properly reveal it to you.
I have always imagined that one day I would be able to channel my inner Sherry and John Petersik and write a series of well thought-out and planned blog posts about my dining room.
I would start by presenting you with photos of the many and increasingly depressing iterations my dining room has undergone since we first moved in. That initial post would be quickly followed by a smorgasbord of posts outlining my genius and creative plans to update it. Drool-inducing mood boards and crafty DIY tutorials would, naturally, accompany these posts. Then, using professional grade “after” photos (that I took myself), I would reveal to you the most Pinterest worthy dining room you have ever laid eyes on. It would look as though Emily Henderson, herself, had flown over from L.A. to design and style it. Oh yeah…and this would all go down over the course of 5 days. A week, max.
It goes without saying that, my imagination is very active and optimistic but it does not necessarily match the reality in which I live. The reality is that over a year has passed since I first started dreaming about this dining room makeover and all that has really happened in there is that:
- We have moved some furniture around.
- We have inherited a dryer, a coffee maker and bought new dining room chairs
- We have hung some shelves but removed basically everything else that used to be on the walls.
So what used to look like this:
Now looks like this:
I wouldn’t necessarily call those changes blog-worthy (and clearly I have yet to master my DSLR) hence the reason why I never really bothered to show you any of it.
But now the cat is out of the bag. My dining room needs some serious love and I am no Sherry P. (Seriously, YHL fans, how the HELL did they do what they did? They must be robots. Alien robots. Sent here to destroy my self-esteem).
Despite spending the better part of the year scouring the interwebs for inspiration, I have no mood boards to share and no real plan. Unless the fact that every night I say a little prayer to the Designer Gods that Emily Henderson will decide to leave her adorable son and husband to fly to Beijing to take on my dining room as her pet project (pro bono, of course) counts as having a plan?
What I do have is a stack of framed art, a bottle of wine and a deep seeded desire to finally reclaim this space (Can you smell the gallery wall in my future? Brado….prepare the drill.).
Will this actually happen? Only time will tell. But, hopefully, stating my intent aloud on the Internet will help to light the proverbial fire. It didn’t work with my basement but maybe second time’s a charm?
And maybe, just maybe, I will have some sweet “After” photos to show you…in say July. 😉
To be continued friends….