Yesterday, I touched a little on my cleaning routine, and since I posted new items this morning, I’m kind of on a time crunch, so this post will be fairly brief!
One of the other frequent comments I get is semi-related to yesterday’s topic and it’s how my house always looks “so clean”. The funny (almost hysterical) thing about staging and photographing your home is that you, the photographer, are allowed to choose how you want things portrayed. Of course I’m going to go for open, airy and sparkling clean, but don’t let the camera fool you. Most of the time when I take pictures of my house for this website, my two boys are locked in their room while I hurriedly throw all the toys in one corner and wipe off the counters so it looks semi-orderly. In fact, yesterday, when I snapped those photos of my kitchen, you wouldn’t know it, but my sink was full of dishes. It’s called staging. And it’s all about the angle. If you drop by any time of day, any day of the week, my house will NEVER look like it does in photos. Why? Simply because we live here. There are always toys, clothes, blankies, half-eaten crackers, measuring cups, crayons, board books and a gillion other things lying around. Not to mention piles of clothes to be folded, beds to be made and breakfast food to be put away. You know the list of things needing done never ends. And if you’ve even bought anything from me, you know what a rare occurrence it is to see me actually dressed. You’ve won the prize if you’d seen me in jeans and not paint-splattered sweats.
Anyway, I knew I would eventually get around to doing a post on this topic, so back in May, I took the liberty to take a few photos one morning after I had been working on posting new Vintage Farm items. ‘Behind the scenes’ so to speak.
This is my house on an average “Vintage Farm morning”. (Unstaged, I swear.)
And….here’s my two year-old playing on top of the counter with a dirty spatula, eating old food, with one sock on and one sock off.
I had exhausted every means of trying to keep him entertained while I finished working on the computer. He resorted to finding his own fun.
How’s that for keeping it real?