Perhaps Facebook isn't big enough. Which is a ludicrous claim, given it's popularity, enormity, and Big Brotherness of it all. But there is a lot of randomness rumbling around in my head, and a waning impulse filter to stop me from posting more than the socially acceptable number of times per day. After all, I don't want to be one of them...the oversharer of personal information, the constant babbler of incessant drivel, the friend you 'hide' or move to a different friend list, just so you don't have to constantly skip over their name as you happily stalk your non-driveling friends. You know the ones I'm talking about. Them.
So, in an effort not to be one of them, I plan to park my randomness here. My projects, my experiments, my parenting stuff. A little space where my OCD and my free-spirit can duke it out with one another. Eventually, randomness will make its way to this blog. I have had a personal blog for six years, but this one is intended to be a bit more public.
I am coming in on the ground floor of remaking our home. My husband and I have lived here for eight years, but have been busy focusing our energies on the birthing and raising of our littles. Having three kids in five years is a great way to distract you from every other endeavor in life. Which is not a complaint, mind you. But there is the fact that caring for littles takes a lot of energy. And patience. Both of which we frequently fall short on. But this is Life, and we live it. We learn from it. We love it. We are not promised another tomorrow, and count each day with our littles as blessings.
But in the meantime, if I am blessed with 20 more days of this life, or 50 years, it would be nice to pass that time in a house that felt more personalized. More sophisticated, possibly. (With perhaps a little less of that "Toys-R-Us threw up in here" look, if a girl can really dare to dream.)
I am not a professional DIY girl by any means. I am a tinkerer. An experimenter. I am just now getting my hands on some long-awaited power tools. And I have a Pinterest account. The combination of which has the potential of becoming a complete train wreck. And one that I am willing to share.
