My house is not really made for decorating. At least, not without a much bigger bank account to make some serious changes. My brain isn't really made for decorating, either, to be honest. I'm okay with it and I do my own little thing here and there, but Martha Stewart would probably be appalled by me because I'm never symmetrical and I like bright colors and I'm not one for matching.
A year ago, I bought this black bookcase to hold all of Shane's cookbooks and other miscellany. I was excited because I thought I would make the top into my fake mantel and do seasonal decorations. Except Tommy started having seizures and decorating was the last thing on my mind. A whole year of seasons slipped by before I even thought of it again. Or maybe I just pushed it that far from my mind, because I wanted to forget last fall.
Last night, Luke and I went shopping for decorations, then we came home and decorated. We had fun. It was a do-over of last fall. It was acknowledging how far we've come and how maybe, just maybe, I'm actually starting to pull it all together.