I have been stalking certain pillows on Etsy for some time now. I've watched said pillows from afar, saved pictures of them to glance at during the day, and wistfully planned where I'd put them if they were mine. Finally, I saved my splurge money to make the purchase. They came in the mail last week, and I feel that my slip-covered couch now has a reason to exist: just to hold these pillows.It is a running joke in our house that I buy throw pillows for my throw pillows. Maybe someone else can relate to trying to explain another pillow purchase to the male in the house...
ME: Hey babe, I'm gonna' use my splurge money to get some pillows for the living room.
MISTER: Oh. Really? More throw pillows? Will I be allowed to use these?
ME: If by "use" you mean look at and do not lay on, then yes.
MISTER: Oh good. Just what we need. More fluffy props that confuse me! (Pause) Hey, I'm going to the store to buy some food that we don't eat but keep around just to look nice.
(Sarcasm is seeping out of his pores as he shakes his head and hides a grin. Even though he thinks I'm slightly neurotic for caring about pillows and collecting so many, he would never deny me something that brings such joy to my heart.)
Disclaimer: I really do have throw pillows that we use, but somehow he forgets this.
Grey trellis pillow covers from Zzz Boutique. Yellow Ikat pillow covers from Debo's Designs. Pillow forms purchased at my local fabric shop. (The green pillow is one I got from Target a few months ago.)
On a serious note, I feel that I need to be honest for a minute. Sometimes I read blogs, and it seems like the authors' lives are so perfect. They appear to have no problems or stress, and I start comparing myself to them and wishing for such a seemingly "perfect" life. I'm sure many of the bloggers that I read really DO have it altogether, but I know this isn't the case for everyone. What we put on our blogs is only a tiny portion of our real lives. As my little blog grows I want to be very careful not to paint the picture of perfection. My life is far from the edited and cropped version of reality that blogging sometimes presents.
I'm dealing with a family situation now that breaks my heart. It leaves me questioning, praying, and wondering how things will ever work out. I can't count the hours of sleep I've lost over the last several years worrying about how things will ever be resolved. Many days it clouds my thoughts, and I have to fight to feel even slightly optimistic. Blogging about things I love is a little window of relief for me in the midst of what I deal with. I'm trying to find hope and peace that one day things will be as they should be. A new pillow or the perfect quiche can't fix life's major issues, but they can provide a much needed distraction in times of prolonged stress.
via PinterestSpeaking of pillows again, anyone want to share the actual number of throw pillows in their house? Don't be ashamed. What's your real number? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.