book page covered file cabinet

I know, I know … I’m supposed to be filing.

But the minute I started checking out filing cabinets online I just couldn’t shift back to this pile.

Seriously, the second I hit publish on this post, I pulled my ugly beast out of the corner and got to work.

I took some pics of her dusty rusty, decrepit state. (more…)

my voice

Are you watching the show The Voice?

I am in love with it.

I love the concept.

I love the coaching.

I love Blake Shelton.

And I have a new found love for Adam Levine.

I mean, a man covered in tattoos, wearing a chunky cardigan … something about that combo I. am. loving.

I do have a thing for juxtaposition.

But what I really love…

…is watching people follow their dreams.

Giving it their all.

Putting themselves totally out there with nothing but themselves, and their talent.

It gives me goosebumps…it brings tears to my eyes.

Standing in a fighting ring, belting it out against someone else with the same dream.

It makes me wonder…what is my wildest dream?

And, if I had the opportunity to pursue it, in a ring … competing with someone else with the exact same dream … and only one of us could succeed in that moment … would I hit the high note?

And you?  Do you ever wonder that?  Or wonder about something else entirely?

And … in contemplating my wildest dream, our little breadbox covered in random tile doesn’t seem so significant.  But we already knew that, didn’t we … or we wouldn’t be living here.  🙂

And, please be sure to read the word “awesome” sarcastically wherever you see it in this post.

(These pictures were all taken before move in day in December 2009 … we were granted early access to do some painting and cleaning.)

And have you done any super simple projects lately?  Hopefully I’ll see you at the It’s a Cinch link party on Tuesday.

the space between
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what does my blog want to be when it grows up?

Hey, hey!  Tomorrow is the big party!  Are you ready?

Do you know what your blog wants to be when it grows up?  That is the question.

the space between
But, before the space between blog ever came to be, I hadn’t really thought of that.

I was more thinking…

“Why start a blog?” (more…)

imperfection is the new black

Seriously.

I mean, who’s into perfect anymore?

Well, I’m sure there are many out there.  But not this girl.

Is there really any better way to set yourself up for disappointment…than to expect perfection?

For starters, I would never be living in this house.  Oh, how you are imperfect…let me count the ways.  But let me only point out the tile…oh the tile of which you have an abundance.

But what was it that someone once said…where ever you are, I am home…or, my favorite thing about my house is who I share it with…or, as long as we’re living here together I can overlook the tile…it was something like that.  😉

And it really isn’t about the structure, or even the things in it, is it?!?

Oh, if it were about the perfection of the things…

I would probably shudder at the sight of that silly, un-level driftwood shelf in my new one screw gallery wall every time I walked in the room.
 Or, I might have finished re-upholstering that chair by now…8 years later.
Or, I might not have gotten disproportionately excited when I bought these hideous couches for $65 for the pair.
I can’t even tell you how hard it is to find “American” sized furniture for a reasonable price on an island.

As an aside, if you’re looking for perfection, definitely don’t move to a Caribbean island…I know some people who learned that lesson the hard way.  Please refer back to that comment I made earlier…something about the expectation of perfection = surefire disappointment.  🙂

Now, I have to give a shout out to the Nester for the idea of Celebrating the Imperfect with a link party.

And, in contemplating her idea, I realize, that through my never-ending search for a steal deal, my need to find ways, albeit more difficult or time consuming, of doing things that hardly cost me anything, and my complete and total aversion to keeping up with the Jones’, I live in a space full of imperfections.

And that, my friends, suits us absolutely perfectly.  🙂

I crack my knuckles, I shave as infrequently as possible, I don’t clean as often as I should. I overlook dog hair everywhere on the couch, I leave unfolded, clean laundry lying around for days, I love to swear.

I often waste time, I don’t keep in touch with people I love, I am not nearly as involved with my nieces and nephews day-to-day lives as I’d like to be.

I am emotional, often times erratic and sometimes just a plain ol’ pain in arse.

But just call me Ellen because “I want to be clear and here are the values that I stand for. I stand for honesty, equality, kindness, compassion, treating people the way you want to be treated, and helping those in need.”

Everything else…in all of it’s imperfection…is just gravy.  🙂

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