My house smells like dogs and incense and earthy candles most of the time. The former because of dogs, and the latter not because we're trying to cover up the former but because we really love the smell of earthy incense and candles. Well, and probably whatever the most recent thing we cooked, because we also like to cook.
Our house is kinda cluttery, because we live in a pokey house and have a lot of things. We have a lot of things because we have a lot of people we love and they give us lovely, thoughtful things. We revel in reminders of the people we love surrounding us. So our home is a constantly revolving tableau of Stuff From And About People And Things We Love (tm). We're always swapping this or that thing out for something else, to keep things visually interesting, but it's almost never less stuff--it's quite often more stuff--and we're happy with the semi-chaotic visual panoply of love we steep in every day.
We do stuff in this house. It's not just where we park our car and sleep. We *live* in our house. We're not the most organized. We're not the cleanest, most tidiest, most minimalist, most Instagramiest home you're ever gonna enter. But it's full of joy and memories and love. When we throw a shin-dig, you can bet you're most welcome here.
And I can't wait to make our next home feel just the same.
And you'll be welcome there, too.
(pic our builder sent today of the basis of our stairs going in today)
