Because we live here, and perhaps too much. And because this is a photo of the dryer. Yep, this is a dryer. My husband loves to hang his laundry in front of the wood burning stove. It does save money but I think it’s more like a vestigial camping organ left in his body.
I am willing to sacrifice my living room in the winter and the lawn (where he hangs the laundry outside) in the summer so that I don’t have to camp again. Who wants to be all dirty, smell like smoke, chase skunks or bears from your eating area and even worse things if you don’t camp where there is a bathroom nearby? Not me. Give me a kitchen, a bathroom and Words with Friends and I am a happy camper.
I used to want my home to look all neat and pretty but then I had kids and it ruined me. Gone was the need for perfection. With each broken treasured vase, lost article of favorite clothing and scratched up/marked up wall, a little piece of Martha-like desire for perfection died. RIP.
I am all in for that “lived in” look and feel as long as it is clean, of course.
The problem of the environment is the extension of good housekeeping of the thinking woman.
~ Marjory Stoneman Douglas