1. Stephanie stopped by while I was cleaning out my closets. One of the dresses that she forced me to get rid of was one that she wore to her 9th grade dance. Other clothes reminded her of past boyfriends she had when she would wear the clothes or places she had been. Most of my clothes are hand-me-downs from those who help me have a little style.
2. I still have not replaced the swans in the bathroom. For that matter, I still haven't replaced the fancy mirror/lights either.3. Once I get myself to decorate something, which I never enjoy, it stays forever. It's all I can do it make it happen in the first place.
4. These are the only two things hanging on my walls in my bedroom. They are the only two things I've ever hung on my bedroom wall and it might just stay that way until I die. I've never painted my bedroom and have no decorations in it. It's the room I know no one will see so it's the one that's in true Heidi style=no style at all).
4. We still have the same super ugly, gold fireplace doors that were put in when the house was built in 1979. Someone with style would not be able to look at that day after day. Let alone for seven years! They would also struggle with the white dishwasher and microwave and the off-white oven. For sure that is breaking the style rules!5. Heather recently told me that everything in my house is very functional, not stylish, just functional.
I could go on and on. But the beauty of it is, I just don't care. As I thought about trying to find myself a style (because when you hang out with someone who carries style off so well it makes you kind of want it) I realized that it is just a part of life that I don't really feel like I can pull off and when it comes down to it, I really don't want to. For whatever reason, it's very stressful for me to decorate anything and I only ever do it because I feel like that's what I'm supposed to do. Everyone else does! If it wasn't for peer pressure my house would have even less decoration that it already has. Not to mention the fact that I HATE shopping. And to have style you have to shop.
So this is my confession that I know that I have no style and that I'm very content with that fact. You don't even have to feel sorry for me! That doesn't mean that anytime I see Steph dressed up real cute I won't be a bit jealous, but if I can just hold on a few years I'm sure they will be handed down to me and I'll get my turn being Shabby Chic. (Hint, Hint!)