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Love the Home You Have

While in Utah I stole borrowed a book from my sister called:

"Love the Home You Have" by Melissa Michaels.

And while it took me a while to read it, because of our trip and all the driving in between, I really enjoyed the book.

While the premise of the book is about making the home you live in the home of your dreams - without taking out a million dollar loan or hiring twenty interior decorators, I felt like the message applied to all of life. Love where you are. Make what you have beautiful. Allow contentment to exist in the ordinary and in the useful. Recognize what you like instead of chasing other peoples' dreams and wants. Allow yourself mistakes. Choose joy.

I don't usually like self-improvement books, so maybe this book - cloaked in the guise of decorating - worked well for me because I didn't perceive it that way at first. It also helped me realize that taking time to do those "home things" I'm always complaining about can be a creative process instead of a chore. Putting up the fall decor is not an item on the to do list, it is a way to help my children feel excited and hopeful during a change of seasons. It's a way to make my home feel welcoming and cozy.

So, with a little reminder from a friend, I got busy and did this:


And I just used decorations I've had since I got married, and garlands my kids made out of felt. But it's way better than last year (when I put up Halloween decorations on October 30th). And it does make my home feel happier and pleasant. Perhaps it won't be featured in next months' Better Homes and Garden, but it is better than the spring plant I still had perched up there, from the last time I felt like decorating.

Anyhow, whether you're wanting to spruce up your life, or welcome more quiet happiness into your home, this is a great book to get inspired by, and I would definitely recommend it.


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