If you’ve been around the internets for very long, particularly in the bloggity blog world, then you’ve probably heard of a wildly popular blog called, “Young House Love.” It’s a blog started by a young married couple (see why I like it already???) who started chronicling their home DIY projects around their house. I had heard of the blog before because it has exploded in this age of Pinterest and DIY-ing. And I had also heard they published a super awesome book about their projects, too, which I am dying to get my hands on. But I had never actually read their blog.
This past week, though, I have discovered the actual “Young House Love” blog and I am in love. Their house is beautiful. Their style is beautiful. Their family is beautiful. I adore it all.
There have been two unfortunate side effects of my new love interest. First, I now want to make over our house. Like, right now. We are in the oh so very, very slow process of redoing our house. I love it, but everything in it is outdated. In the two years we’ve been in the house, we’ve been working on it bit by bit, but home renovations are a slow process. Take our deck, for example. Chris has been tearing down our horrid back deck for a couple weeks now, and is finally starting to rebuild this weekend. But it will probably be another month before it’s finished. Since seeing YHL, though, I want results and I want them NOW.
The second unfortunate side effect of my new love interest is that now I believe I can do home projects myself. I went through this phase when I first fell in love with Pinterest, too. Seeing other people be handy and crafty makes me think I can be handy and crafty, too. And that is a false statement. Oh, I know, I know. All you handy and crafty people out there are going to argue, “Oh, Katie! You can do it! It’s easier than you think!” Trust me. It’s not, and I can’t. I have about as much luck with craftiness as I have with the ability to filter what I say. It just ain’t gonna happen. Lucky for me, though, I have a handy dandy husband who can tackle all the projects that I dream up for him. Like this massive deck renovation.
And so, for now, I will continue to read “Young House Love,” and look around my house through jealous eyes. I will pine away at other people’s good fortunes. I will covet thy imaginary neighbor’s house. I will wish and hope and think and pray about what our house will look like one of these day. Like, in twenty years. I will wallow in my materialism and jealousy.
Cause that’s always healthy.