Confession

We did absolutely nothing this weekend. I mean, we hung out with some friends and went to a birthday party Friday and Saturday nights, but the days.... nothing. It was snowing here and really cold so after I made Eric walk me around Target Saturday morning (for exercise) we went back to bed and slept pretty much the rest of the day. Must have needed it.

Second Confession:
I keep seeing pictures of cute little couples in front of cute little houses (bungalows, craftsmen bungalows, little brick cottages or tiny gothic-inspired stuccos) and I compare them to our house with scaling siding and awful windows and giant roofline and feel like a failure. While our house will be nice when we're finished with it (if we're ever finished with it), it will never be cute.

When these nagging doubts creep in and threaten to destroy my ambition to fix the place, I remind myself of the following:
Our house has huge bedrooms
Our house has a lot of closet and storage space, especially for how old it is
Our house has a gigantic basement
Our house has a den
Our house has coved ceilings (!)
Our house has gorgeous wood floors
And, last but not least,
Our house has the potential to be pretty awesome (on the inside, at least)

Basically, our house has everything I would want except for the darling exterior; and the fact is, we couldn't afford both. Hopefully our next house will be the best of both worlds.