I am in a mode that has me hating pretty much everything, but mostly my house.
If you aren't in the mood for my negativity it's best to move on.
I know I should be grateful that I have a nice house...blah, blah, blah.
I hate my house, because it's monochromatic and boring.
I hate the oversize clock hanging in my kitchen, it's predictable.
I hate my wood 2" blinds, because there circa 1998 (and I spent a fortune cause I just had to have them).
I hate my dark woven jacquard comforter, it's hideous (found it on sale at Kohl's and felt as if the skies had parted).
I hate my fireplace mantle and the two boring giant vases that balance the ugly picture hanging above.
I hate my drapes that puddle to the floor (puddle...how stupid, but I once thought it was OH SO cool).
I am even starting to hate the quartz counter tops and new back splash we JUST put in.
I despise the antique finish on the guest bathroom vanity (probably more because I did it myself and faux finishes are outdated).
Hate my stupid kitchen table with its heavy leather chairs with nail heads.
I hate this economy and the fact that I am stuck here with no real inspiration driving me to change anything.
I hate how cookie cutter my house is along with all the crap in it.
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Maybe it's not the house at all, considering I once meticulously picked everything in it. Maybe it's that the responsibility weighs me down and keeps me from jumping on a plane and say...moving to Ireland. Maybe it represents a stage in my life that has passed. Maybe I am searching for a an adventure that has nothing to do with color swatches, bad clocks or faux impressions. Maybe I hate my house simpy because I am bored, but so very hopeful for the future....no more cookie cutter life for me.