It's just not our home, if there isn't a mess. I honestly can't stand messes, but I am also a big ole' procrastinator when it comes to chores (pretty sure I've mentioned that before). Whether it's my mess,
or her mess (I have seen both much worse),
I can still summon the powers of decorating within to make at least something look nice (again):
It will be much easier for me to arrange when fall gets here. I know - it's like a million degrees out here, and seasons in Florida are nonexistent, but I will just close my eyes and pretend!