Estrogen lives here!

Here’s the house with the mutts (you can supersize the picture by clicking on it). Lucy the Lab is eagerly awaiting my return from - GASP - across the street and George the Jack Russell is watching the neighbor’s cat bask in the sun.

The outside of my home and the inside of it are completely different. Not just because one is inside and one is outside (wiseass) but in terms of style. My house is all cutesy on the outside and I am COMPLETELY guilty of exacerbating that fact by planting pink and purple flowers with dripping pink window boxes. Then there is the inside.

It’s painted with muted earth tones and decorated with some Jewel tones and the boldest color I have is the dark green sofa.

My outside screams, “SINGLE GIRL LIVES HERE!!” and reminds me of everything I hate about being female. The inside is subtle and quiet with no real color. Sort of like me (quiet? Me?hahaha) . I only wear white, black, gray, blue jeans or when I feel the need to go crazy, khaki. This isn’t just because I can’t match colors to save my life but because I’m not a loud person and color just isn’t my thing. The outside of the house doesn’t give this impression in the least. I finally planted some yellow in the front just because I didn’t want Train Guy to feel emasculated when pulling in the driveway.