Dust

If you’re a fairly clean and organized person like I am, you probably understand my intolerable frustration with the bane of my existence. Dust. Yesterday my husband and I decided to rearrange our bedroom. Simple enough task, right? One would think. But alas, we spent way more time vacuuming, dusting, and washing our furniture than we did moving it. Where does it all come from? Atop my desk and dresser, under Zach’s computer cords, in the corners, on the wall behind the shelves, and don’t get me started on the drapes! Like I said, I consider myself to be clean, but the sights I saw yesterday were enough to send me to DFA (dirty freaks anonymous).

My biggest problem with dust is that it keeps coming back. Yeah, I understand dust piling up behind the large furniture I haven’t moved in a year, but I dust off my dresser every week! I hate looking at a beautifully cleaned table top knowing it will go back to its dusty dirty self in a matter of days. My solution? Stop buying black furniture. Someday when I get a new home and lots of money to furnish said home, I will buy only white things. You don’t notice dust accumulating as much, and even though I will still dust once a week, I won’t be bothered by its unsightliness. Problem solved … in 20 years.

I’m not sure what my point was exactly, except to say that if fewer things bother me at the moment than dust collecting on dark wood furniture, then I’ve probably got it pretty good. Thank God I have a roof over my head to keep the dust contained. Thank God I have furniture on which dust can rest. Thank God I have a wonderful husband who helps create dust with me. More importantly, thank God I have money to buy dusters, and electricity to use my vacuumed to suck up my dust.

See now, dust, you’re sort of growing on me … literally. ;)

Xoxo Liz

Hello

I am terribly indecisive. I have been this way as long as I can remember. Amusingly, it’s not the big things that get me caught up … it’s the tiny things. I mean really minuscule things like deciding what to wear to work, or picking out a new breakfast cereal for the week. I hate the cereal aisle. Why? Why are there literally 12 kinds of Cheerios? More importantly, why must I look at each box, over, and over again, stressing over my decision as if I were choosing to cut the red wire, or the green wire? Regular, honey nut, banana nut, frosted, multi-grain, multi-colored … I can’t tell you how many times my husband leaves me in that fateful aisle 4 to fend for myself. He’s not mean or anything, he just can’t stand to fathom the necessity of my 10 minute debacle.

I blame my parents. I don’t really know how the two correlate, cereal choosing and child rearing, but I’m sure there’s got to be a connection somewhere. Regardless, (or irregardless, as my husband always likes to joke), the point of my rambling is to say that I started a blog about a month ago about marriage and photography that I really enjoy, but can’t seem to want to follow through with. I knew when I started it there would be a chance that I’d want to blog about something other than marriage, or photography, and that naming my blog and url as such might put me in a box, so to speak. So back and forth I went. Back and forth, back and forth. To make a blog about marriage and photography, or to make it about nothing and sometimes talk about marriage and photography. Back and forth, back and forth. Alas, I made my decision. The wrong decision. I come home every night and want to write about anything BUT marriage and photography. Sometimes I just want to write about cereal. So here I am, at a crossroads. Do I delete my old blog? Do I keep it? Do I leave this blog for random ramblings about cereal and whatnot, and keep the other blog for my original idea? As you can probably guess, I haven’t decided yet. Maybe you could help?

Irregardless (lol), here is my new blog. Daybreak. Why daybreak, you ask? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell you later.

Xoxo Liz