Little Lucy, 283

The apple butter photo shoot last week led to me taking about 45 pictures of various things about the house.  I came to realize that our home photographs very well, (much better than I do, that's for sure.)  It's amazing how some decent light, a tripod and a touch of Adobe photo shop can change things.  Don't get me wrong, our house is fabulous in person too.  It's just that in the pictures, it's darn near perfect.

You can't see the mountain of hot-wheels track in the den, the chipped molding and dodgy painting, the sink full of dishes, the dust bunnies.....

I'm not ashamed of the normal-mess of every day life, I just don't think I need to document it.  I know it's there, it will ALWAYS be there.  And isn't that why we take pictures in the first place?  To remember the special things?  The humble beauty of our home is real, and dreamy too. 

These pictures are how I will see our home forever in my mind. A little hazy and rose-colored, rich and inviting......cozy.  It's finally cozy.  It took a long time to get there, you know.  Homes evolve quietly , I think, like teenagers.  Gawky and awkward at first, but they eventually find their niche.  They get that perfect haircut, the braces are taken off, a new blouse and TA DA!  All grown up.

I've lately been finicky about displaying family photos around the house.  I just want to keep them all private and hoard them away like a squirrel,  "These are my nuts and I don't want you gawking at them!"  This is ridiculous of course, because it is very rare that someone other than family even come inside our house, let alone searches the walls for pictures to stare at.  But, I have been displaying small pics on the little photo holder.

My mom in front of a silver Christmas tree in a red dress.  She told me something I never knew about her, and I think she's onto something, there are good eggs....and then there are great eggs, and if you can get some of both, then you're doing alright.  I so love the little shot of my brother, my dad and I (and Max, actually, though he was the size of a grape at the time.)  One look and so many memories.  What are you up to now little brother?  You look so young here, so different.  I miss you.

Remember, the back door is always open.... (not really, we keep it locked, but if you knock really hard we might come down and open it....or it could just fall in , the house is really old.)