The Yellow Door Paperie

Art Director, wife, mother of two. Love my little existence and all the beauty it holds. Visit me at my:

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awellroundedman:

Don’t tell me what to do. (But I totally should stop procrastinating.)

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Oliver Jeffers ‘Book’

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Everything here. That plate rack(dreams). lovely as can be.

Growing up, my mother suffocated our house with trinkets that had no use. If you don’t love it, don’t buy it(shopping motto, life motto) Everything was just a damn dust collector. She owns over ten sets of dishes. you only need one, yo. I quickly noticed people spending unnecessary amounts of time cleaning their houses on the weekends, when they could be exploring, working on the garden, cooking being active, making memories, taking trips, participating in beneficial pastimes. Obviously you’ve got to tend to some chores like cleaning your toilet, or washing clothes from time to time right? It just doesn’t make much sense for me to use an extensive amount of time on my day off for things of the sort. One day if I’m blessed enough to have a sweet screaming child of my own, I want to be able to enjoy my kids, to go to all the baseball games, spit seeds on the porch with them and be outdoors. Having an aesthetically pleasing home, making it home with all the comfort feels there what is most important to me. People choose that way of living and some enjoy the cleaning and the primping their home with luxury. That is alright. A small home with some necessary things for me. ‘Things’ don’t do much, if anything at all for me. Living small, cooking with ones I love, eating, listening, playing cards, smoking cigars, making fires, loving with all my might.

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Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through Africa, and I would still never know all there is to know about that continent. To stay the course, to stay intentional, to stay curious and connected – that’s the heart of it. But it’s so easy to lose track of the trail, to get tired, to want to give up, or to want a new adventure. It can be so easy to lose sight of the goodness and mystery within the person sitting right in front of you.