At some point I reluctantly accepted that my home would never be as well kept as my mothers. I think I do a pretty good job though, largely in part to my obsessive aversion to clutter. However that serious Saturday morning clean my mom pulled off religiously just doesn't happen here. Realistically, most of us have about several more things on our plate than our parents did at our age. I mean almost everyone I know has at least one child, two jobs (Or pending ventures), a significant other and a host of other commitments that keep them pretty well tied. So the problem is, I am in fact my mothers child. So while I don't love scrubbing floors I absolutely can't deal with a scary home. Understanding that Joan Crawford perfection and third world squalor are at two opposite ends of the spectrum, I had to find a middle ground. Photo Credit: Hookedonhouses.net
The picture of the bewildered housewife was taken in 1956, the year my own "Martha Stewart" was born. ~To all my lovely Inked partners in crime~ My love affair with Ink started fairly young, I couldn't wait until 18 to get my first tattoo and for most, once you start it becomes a highly addictive habit. I love this generation and our ability to break the cringy rules of weddings past and embrace our authentic selves. So when you're an ink junkie how do you work the big day into your art culture ? Photo credit: Via Pintrest"I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one."
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