shirt ~ Marshalls
pants, necklace ~ F21
boots ~ vintage, thrifted
hat ~ thrifted, diy
i want to start off with an excuse as to why my basement is a hot, hot mess. like close the door and hope no one ever sees it sort of mess. you see, for the last year and a half, it was the storage space for all of our wedding stuff. and for those who have seen pictures, take note that everything seen in these pictures, save the food trucks and hay bales, and i do mean everything, was stored in our basement. and then some because i didn't use everything i bought. (and if you haven't see pictures of our wedding, feel free to check them out here and here, it was a pretty amazing wedding if i do say so myself.)
anyhow, i digress...our basement became a depository for everything...wedding stuff, stuff we didn't know what to do with, stuff, stuff, and more stuff. and then we got married. and then i had to do something with all that stuff. so i started, but it was such a big task, i stopped. and there the basement sat, silently judging me for being such a slob.
until last weekend. nora and her family came over, and my niece had a little accident on our bathroom rug. and before i knew it, my brother-in-law was in our basement, throwing said rug into the washing machine. i saw him come from the basement, and i can only imagine that my face turned first ash white from fear and shame, and then bright red from embarrassment. not that they judge, i know they don't...but i was judging myself.
so i eagerly tried to explain why it was so messy, stuttering from embarrassment, and then i mortifyingly thought about it the rest of the night.
and then on sunday, i woke up, said screw it, and went down there and cleaned. i cleaned for hours, and kind of made a dent. there is still work to do, but at least now i'm at the point where i don't want to run away and hide when someone walks down there.
there's nothing like someone seeing your disaster to make it a reality. shame: it's a good motivator.