I confess. I have a porn problem.
I love looking at beautiful creatures, working their way to an impossibly fantastic fruition. I can’t turn away. I huddle in my bed, flipping through magazines, filled with desire.
No, it’s not Pornhub, Tube8 or Fleshbot.
I want my life styled and curated: I love charming vignettes, beautifully organized spaces, and “before and after.” The latter is a huge part of my addiction to shelter porn: I’m convinced that with some paint, molding, and elbow grease, my builder grade colonial will have charm and wit of a deco era house in San Francisco. I'm a New England girl, it's part of our culture to pursue endless improvement of ourselves and our homes.
|Home sweet home. A year later, the room looks the same.|
- If I were a little more organized, maybe the rest of my life would not be so chaotic.
- If I can only figure out the right paint for my dining room, it would look less messy and more expansive.
- If I only scoured Craigslist more diligently, I would find those Wegner chairs for $20 each.
- I should hand sew Halloween costumes for my kid.
- I should change my pillows with the season.
A little porn might spice up your life, but after a while, it’s simply not good for you to ingest mass quantities. The fantasy is just that. . .not real! No one, expect maybe Martha and her army of minions, lives in the photo shoot. Constant projects and tweaks can be exhausting. Life isn’t all shiny surfaces and instant gratification. Homes need to mellow over time, and sometime all one needs is a frenzy of cleaning after a period of calm. The money saving DIY projects ofter consume more time and resources than one realizes, and creates more "stuff." There is a cost to everything, even self-improvement.
At times, stillness in world full of change is the shelter we need.