I used to think I wanted a home filled with collections and things I love. I wanted my guests to have a very clear idea of who I was as soon as they walked in my home and found themselves surrounded by my life. Crown moulding, framed pictures, hand-me-down furniture, fabrics, books, and details, details, details.
How naive I was.
Today, I was a good daughter to my mother and decided to dust her entire home. Repeat: her entire home. Well, at least the parts I could reach, so my 5'3"ish self actually dusted about 1/8 of the house.
I dusted around the crown moulding, framed pictures, hand-me-down furniture, fabrics, books, and details, details, details.
Since then I have come to my senses. I now think something like this would better suit me. One quick swoosh of a rag and you're done. Easy breezy.