My unstyled life isn’t messy or clean or ugly or stunning. Instead, my goal is to create a home that reflects back the spirit and personality of our family. It’s a work in progress. Sometimes the beauty in my life is by accident, other times it’s intentional. It’s there, either way, because when I remember to fill my home with what I love–person, place, or thing–odds are it will be beautiful. Maybe not always appreciated, but always beautiful. If you feel the same, you are welcome to share a link to your own unstyled life in the comments.
I spent most of the week searching the corners of my home for something to photograph. Instead of feeling inspired like I hoped, by mid-week I was dejected and overwhelmed. The house was looking more unkempt than unstyled, and I didn’t think I would find anything beautiful in the bunnies of dog hair, spots on the kitchen floor, or piles of laundry I still needed to put away (after three days).
It’s a good thing I force myself to take these pictures every week. I don’t think anyone needs this series more than I do.
As it turns out, the silly, bright yellow mug I bought 18 months ago to cheer up a recently unemployed Mister–the same one I always forget to put away after breakfast–looks lovely next to a vase of flowers that have seen better days. And the fact the vase is aqua, a color seen nowhere else in our home, doesn’t seem to matter much when hit by the light of a setting sun.
I could argue the warm autumn light masked the imperfections I would normally see, much like candlelight improves the appearance of an ordinary woman. But, really, what I think happened was that God took that moment to spotlight what I have: food, a table, an embarrassment of extras, and a family with whom I can share it all.