I was given a whole pile of past editions of home-style magazines the other day. The ones filled with beautifully furnished homes, elegant dining areas, kitchens I would sell one of my kidneys for and gardens that put the botanical gardens to shame.

I sat and flicked through them looking for some inspiration. We moved in to our house a few months ago and it is pretty tired and in need of some freshening up. I want it say “we live here!” as soon as friends and family come to visit.

I want the house to reflect us and be practical for our needs.

As I sat there flicking through these gorgeous magazines, I came across a photo of a room that had been styled perfectly. Gorgeous couch, bookshelves and little touches that just tied everything together. It was a photographers gold star kind of photo. You could use your fingers as a photo frame and it just worked. So I looked up and framed my fingers into a square to view our room through. And that’s when reality hit.

Within the frame my fingers had formed, the scene was perfect. Neat and tidy, photo frames, fresh flowers, view of garden. Tick, tick and tick. But outside the frame of my fingers was a completely different picture. Chaos.



It looked like a small tornado had ripped through our house. The one year old had opened the cupboard where we keep the plastic containers and drink bottles and pulled them ALL out. Because apparently you can’t leave anything in the cupboards once you have opened the doors. And you have to then drag and spread them all over the house.

He had pulled at least 20 books off the lowest bookshelves. These too had been spread all over the house.

The washing was piled up on the couch (and was almost as big as the couch itself) and waiting to be sorted and folded and put away. There was a cricket set on the floor. Jumpers hanging off the banisters to be taken upstairs and put away. And nerf bullets everywhere…

Oh. My. God. No wonder I feel frazzled some days.

Despite creating a small sanctuary for me – my desk, it is still amid this chaos. My little one metre space is between the linen cupboards and the upright freezer. And barricaded by the jogger pram and stroller to keep the border of my zone secure. Stylish. I know.

I am by no means, a slob. I’m the opposite. Think Monica from Friends. But I have kids. And dogs. And a husband.

Our home definitely screams out “we live here!”

Can you relate to this? Please share your stories below in the comments.

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  • I love the addages forgive the mess but we live here

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  • nice tent and toys

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  • its a perfect clean house…but its a happy one with toys all over the place :)

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  • My house can go from beautiful to disaster zone in about 5min. Even if I pretended that I am successful in getting them to play with one thing at a time, Lego can cover cover a floor in a second. Then add the laundry and hubby sprawl. I am so with you!

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  • My house is certainly not home beautiful but it works for us!

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  • This sounds just like my house I am glad it has happened to someone else who was a neat freak pior

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  • lol i get it! i will spend hours cleaning my house once a week and the next day, it is a giant mess again lol.

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  • Oh I can relate! And the bigger the space, the bigger the mess. We have four kids and Murphy’s Law dictates that you’ll always get visitors on the day you’ve thrown your hands in the air and decided not to clean up for the day (AND same day kids decide to do their best to “get crafty and creative”).

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  • I like my home to be more practical.

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  • Absolutely, I can relate. I recall wandering through display homes prior to building our current home. We built a spec home and moved in our furniture, and for the longest time it didn’t feel right. I still had the visual of the display home. It then dawned on me and frustrated me that display homes never look lived in, they’re not true to being loved and lived in with and by children. It took me a while to create a home rather than trying to live in the display home, but we’re finally there. It’s finally ours by design and love and colour and family.

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  • I love a clean house but I prefer my lived in home. So many memories, the cleaning can wait

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  • Mine is a clean house, but lived in – I think it also says that those who live here are happy.

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  • Big differnce between dirty and untidy. Got to live and enjoy things but also cleanliness is so important for health

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  • Can relate.

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  • I had my dear grandkids here today & it usually takes me a week to get it back in order! I wouldn’t want it any other way!

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