I realized the other day that against my better judgment, I've become fashionable.
- I have a lot of original artwork in my house. Back in the day, Chris painted. He's done some pretty cool stuff, too. A lot of it hangs on our walls, including the piece he proposed to me with. Unfortunately, he pours his creative energy into graphic design stuff now, and alas, no more paintings.
- My house is vintage. People spend loads of money for vintage stuff. I didn't have to. I have vintage cabinet handles, vintage shower tiles, vintage grout, vintage carpeting...
- It's eclectic. No two doorknobs match. (Said doorknobs are also vintage, so they're pulling double duty.)
- It's imaginative. I have fairy dust on my counter and snow on my ceiling. That's right, my house snows on the inside. And it doesn't have to be cold. (Of course, some might call this a popcorn ceiling, but I'm convinced it's snow.)
- I have a gnome. Okay, so maybe this isn't as much trendy as guilty-pleasure. But I love this guy. He's in my garden playing leap-frog with a frog (who else would you play leap-frog with?).
- I'm growing tomatoes, peppers, artichoke, strawberries, cilantro, basil, and rosemary. My mom's done this for years and years, but I'm learning that this is now the in thing to do. Who knew?
That was a great line... just thought I'd mention.
Does your popcorn ceiling has glitter? My parents did. We could lie on the floor during sleep-overs and pretend we were looking at stars.
I guess the fact that my Christmas Tree is still up is not considered trendy, eh?
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