a thread of messy.

There’s a phrase I’ve adopted, one I say almost every time someone comes over for a visit: “Welcome to my house. I didn’t clean for you. You are most welcome.”

Now, hear me out: I do own cleaning products. I do sweep and mop hardwood floors. I do scrub bristled brush to porcelain toilet walls, and I do regularly wash dishes and clothes and little boy bodies in an effort to maintain some semblance of clean. 


But I do not freak out when friends and neighbors knock on our door.

I let Cheerios lie dormant in the corner, and I don’t worry about the thick layer of pureed string bean that’s decorated our swinging kitchen door since August of last year.

Some people, you included, might find this gross.

But I find it rather homey. In fact, I’m rather convinced that when we don’t sweep and mop and pretty our house for the people we most desire to welcome in, we make them feel like family.

And family is what I want others to feel like when they enter my home.

the story has just begun! I know I’m directing you to a bunch of places AWAY from the blog this week, but it means the world to me when you journey along with me, even to different sites. So, head on over to She Loves Magazine for the rest of the story. Otherwise, how has a thread of messy brought new life to YOU?

2 thoughts on “a thread of messy.

  1. A friend of mine used to say, “If you want to see me, come on over. If you want to see my house, come over in three days.”

    P.S. I left a comment at the full post for you too.
    P.P.S. It’s an entirely different comment.
    P.P.P.S. Because that’s what family does. They comment a lot.

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