My new Southern Living came, reminding me of my continual failure as a domestic goddess. I have good intentions–really I do. You know they say that the path to hell is paved with good intentions. I’m not paving the path quite that far, but I do have a problem with this good intention business.
Every October, I have good intentions of putting up festive fall-y decor, but somehow I just never get it done, or I get it done at the end of the season.
October 2011 Southern Living
Look at that gorgeous magazine cover. I mean, just look at it! I have brick front steps, but there is nothing on them but bricks. I used to have a Fall wreath, but I threw it away and haven’t replaced it yet. On my door hangs a red, white, and blue star wreath from the 4th of July.
I have fake Fall leaves to put in my flower bucket, but guess what’s in there right now? My fake Spring flowers. They are pretty, but I really need to change them out now.
DH has me pretty well pegged on stuff like this. When we plant things in the yard, he says to me, “You walk away and never come back–you don’t give anything a drink. You don’t come visit . . .” He is so right. (Head hanging in shame.) If it weren’t for him, nothing beautiful would grow around here.
The solution? DH already has mums growing in the back yard, and lucky for me he’s willing to keep them alive. So while I don’t have a Southern Living front entryway, I have beautiful flowers in the back thanks to DH’s willingness to revisit what he plants.
And I’m sure I’ll have the house decked out in completely beautiful Autumn decor in the next couple of days. Yeah, right.