This past week I took all the Christmas out of the bathroom.
I packed it up and waved goodbye and wished it luck and told it that I would see it in November.
I paused and thought about winter bathroom decorating ideas.
I looked at the bathroom with critical eyes and planned out how to freshen it up for winter.
But in the middle of all that looking, something sad happened.
I couldn’t get inspired.
I couldn’t even think anything but all the cracks and chips and work that needed to be done.
I wanted to see a clean slate.
But all I saw were its flaws.
Has that ever happened to you?
You want to decorate.
You look at a space and your heart wants to create something beautiful and welcoming and wintery and fresh.
But all the chips and cracks come along and steal your decorating joy.
You can’t see the imperfections in these photos because I’ve edited them away.
I’m a blogger.
That’s what we do.
We ship and shine up our spaces and photoshop out the chips and the cracks so you can’t see any it.
But trust me.
They are there.
The baseboards need to be painted.
And the chair has dings and knicks and chipped paint.
And there are tiles that need to be replaced.
And the chandelier is crooked.
And the sink hasn’t seen a facelift since I wore stirrup pants.
Some people might disagree. They might say that the bathroom does have elements that make it so pretty.
It has my grandmother’s chandelier that shines sparkles everywhere.
And this beautiful antique mirror.
And pattern upon pattern of vintage tile.
And the prettiest gray color on the wall.
Same tile and flowers and chandelier and sink and shower and floor and light fixtures.
Same decorating story.
But told from two different perspectives.
There is such a life lesson there.
Sometimes we are so busy focusing on the flaws and the chips and the unpainted baseboards and the tile that needs to be replaced.
That we miss the beauty that is already there.
We let those chips and dings and scratches steal our joy.
So I took my own life lesson advice.
I hung up these snowflakes.
And shined up the light fixtures.
And added a new rug.
And new handsoap that smells amazing.
And a vase full of flowers.
And when I stepped back and looked at the bathroom with fresh eyes.
The chandelier sparkled and the tile shined and the towels grinned at me and the snowflakes waved.
It didn’t look perfect.
It didn’t look like a showroom.
It didn’t look like it belonged in a magazine.
It looked better than all of those things.
It looked like home.