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Perfection is overrated.
Popular blogger and self-taught decorator Myquillyn Smith (The Nester) is all about
embracing reality—especially when it comes to decorating a home bursting with boys, pets, and all the unpredictable messes of life.
In The Nesting Place, ...
Perfection is overrated.
Popular blogger and self-taught decorator Myquillyn Smith (The Nester) is all about
embracing reality—especially when it comes to decorating a home bursting with boys, pets, and all the unpredictable messes of life.
In The Nesting Place, Myquillyn shares the secrets of decorating for real people—and it has nothing to do with creating a flawless look to wow your guests. It has everything to do with embracing the natural imperfection and chaos of daily living.
Drawing on her years of experience creating beauty in her 13 different homes, Myquillyn will show you how to think differently about the true purpose of your home and simply and creatively tailor it to reflect you and your unique style—without breaking the bank or stressing over comparisons. Full of easy tips, simple steps, and practical advice, The Nesting Place will give you the courage to take risks with your home and transform it into a place that’s inviting and warm for family and friends.
There is beauty in the lived-in and loved-on and just-about-used-up, Myquillyn says, and welcoming that imperfection wholeheartedly just might be the most freeing thing you’ll ever do.
A beautiful thing is never perfect.
Dwelling in Possibility
As a child, I didn't have huge dreams, impressive ambitions, or fancy prayers. I was a simple girl who looked forward to having a family and settling down in a little white house and growing something—you know, like a garden.
Compared with what other people were asking of God, I figured my request for a quiet life would be pretty easy to fill. But you know what happened? The opposite.
My husband and I have moved 734 times in our marriage. Actually, it's been thirteen times in eighteen years of being married, but as my fellow frequent movers know, each move can feel like ten moves. Only one house was white, and that's because I paid to have it painted white. Six months later, we had to move out.
Along the way, we've lost two businesses, had a disgusting amount of debt, and been embarrassed by what all this did to our credit. Every time I decided to plant peonies or hydrangeas, we moved before they bloomed. We have not settled down into a cozy little white house. We have not really settled down at all.
I didn't think it was fair that we had to move so much, but I couldn't complain. Our kids were healthy, my husband was supportive, and it didn't seem very Jesus-y to fret over a house.
Maybe you've been there too.
I finally realized that maybe all the junk I didn't like about our lives was part of a story, a story with an ending I'd like even if it wasn't what I had imagined.
Those thirteen homes weren't a waste. They were teaching me valuable lessons and I almost missed it. I almost gave up and believed the lie that loving the home you are in is reserved for a few lucky people whose circumstances happen to work out just right.
"Someday" Is Now
Have you given up on the idea that you can love your home? Do you find yourself thinking that your next house will be the one you love? Do you put off decorating projects until "someday" because someday you'll have time and money to do it "right"? And yet do you long to create a beautiful home for more than beauty's sake?
I sense a restlessness among women—my neighbors, my online friends, and most of all, myself. We desire something more than the next DIY craze or perfectly decorated space. We want to truly love, appreciate, and use our homes. We don't want to put a bandaid on something we hate, no matter how cute and budget-friendly that bandaid may be. But we don't know where to start. And hey, we are smart women; we also crave a sense of balance. Yes, we enjoy beauty and love a pretty room, but we aren't willing to destroy our finances or realign our priorities to get there.
That's why this book isn't about decorating a house. It's about creating a beautiful, meaningful home that you love. Right where you are. It includes practical tips, but more important, it presents a philosophy of decorating that I've found so freeing that it guides every decorating decision I make in my own home.
Do you believe it's possible to love where you are, right now, today?
I promise, I have made every home-decorating mistake, and then some. I have spilled the gallon of discount paint on the floor of the rental. I have spilled the quart of expensive paint on the pretty shelf. I have broken the oversized mirror. I have regretted the fabric, I have measured once and cut twice, I have painted one room five different colors in two years, I have made too many nail holes, ripped the sofa, purchased the wrong size, and bought chandeliers that were too small. I have returned rugs and lamps and pillows. I've been there, ruined that. I have lived to tell. And my house is better for it.
In our thirteen houses, I have made every mistake. It's been the best education I could have asked for. If I'd never tried, my house would still look like it did eighteen years ago. I'd still be giving dirty looks to a plaid hand-me-down sofa.
In September of 2010, I got a gift in the mail from my friend Dee: a canvas with the names of all of the streets where we've lived (by Red Letter Words).
I opened it and bawled. I cried the ugly cry—the trembling, snotty, bloodshot-eyes cry. My husband, afraid and confused, told me I didn't have to display the canvas if it made me sad. Sad? What? Did this look sad to him? Clearly I was happy! Seeing all the street names in one place helped me see something that had been happening all along. Woven through each of our sad/happy/weird transitions was a story, and I was beginning to see what the story was about. Because with all that moving and debt and non-white-house living and discontentment and guilt about feeling discontent and living in rentals when I wanted to own, I still got what I was looking for: a home.
I can sit here today in our rental house and embrace where we live and declare that I'm content. Because I trust that even though this might not be the exact home I'd choose, God chose it for me, and it is home.
I don't have a little white house. I have a big subdivision-style plastic house. But the people I love are here. I don't have a garden. But things are growing. I don't have all the money or time I want to decorate. But I have enough to take risks, be a little quirky, and enjoy the process.
I love sharing my lived-in home with friends, online, and now with you through this book. I don't open my home because it's finally done and presentable. I share it for the same reason I wear a bikini to the pool. It's not because I think I look great in it. It's because I'm finally okay that I don't. It's the same with our home. I don't share it because it's perfect; I share it because I'm finally okay that it's not.
I can accept the fact that my house and life and body aren't perfect, because I trust there is a greater purpose. I trust that God knows what he's doing, and I don't have to panic and attempt to make sense of it all. I've given up trying to control our circumstances and instead am determined to create a home wherever we are. And that's made all the difference.CHAPTER 2
Thirteen Homes and Counting
An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field.
From Dumps to Mansions and Everything In-Between
I'm an expert in creating a beautiful home, but not because I'm highly trained with my one year of community-college design classes. I'm an expert because I've had practice in thirteen homes so far and I've learned from each one, especially the ones I've hated and wasted time whining about. I am an expert because I finally love our home and think it's beautiful. But getting there wasn't easy.
Houses 1 and 2: The Bachelor Townhouse and the House with the Pink Carpet
It was 1995, my husband, Chad, and I were freshly married, and my lifelong dream was coming true: we were buying our first house. This was going to be the second house we had ever lived in together. Chad was renting an ugly, boring bachelor townhouse when we got married, but I hated it and begged for us to buy our own house so I could make it beautiful. He wanted to make me happy, so we bought the best we could afford on his student-pastor salary: a little $60,000 ranch-style home that had new pink carpet and pink accents on the Formica countertops.
No worries. I knew you have to look past some things in a house, right? This house had a fireplace. Who cared about the color of the carpet?
Within a year of moving into our pink-carpeted house with the fireplace, Chad decided that he really wanted to be a teacher. He needed a graduate degree for that, so we found a one-year program at our alma mater, Columbia International University, and high-fived each other as we moved out of the house we just bought. We left the state with a For Sale sign in the yard. I'd watched my parents buy and sell houses, and I was confident our house would sell within a few months, no big deal—even though we hadn't lived there long enough to change the pink carpet and pink Formica counters.
House 3: The Glorified Two-Car Garage
We were in our twenties when we made that move from Florida to South Carolina, so naturally we had no money and ate store-brand fish sticks for dinner and took out student loans to cover the tuition.
Did you catch that? We took out student loans so Chad could be a teacher. Let me make this perfectly clear: we borrowed money so we could secure a job making even less money than we had before. A foolproof plan.
We needed to rent a house while Chad was in school, since it was just a yearlong program and we had a house for sale in another state. My criterion for finding a place to rent went as follows: find the least expensive place available that had a roof and a toilet. Is there a place where we can get paid to live? Take it. In the end, we paid $280 a month for a glorified two-car garage.
As the school year wore on, it was clear we didn't make enough to cover all of our expenses. We got behind on our house payment for the house in Florida that wasn't selling. By spring, we were getting threatening letters. Then we found out I was expecting.
By the end of the summer, Chad had finished the program and was looking for a teaching job. I was due in November. One of the first offers he received was a teaching position for $18,000 a year, with no insurance. Reality sets in fast when you have a house for sale, a baby on the way, and a handful of shiny new student loans.
House 4: The Two-Hundred-Year-Old Southern Mansion
We took the highest-paying teaching job Chad could find (it included insurance!) and moved to Macon, Georgia. The school hooked us up with a realtor, and we broke the news to her about our five-hundred-a-month housing budget. She got creative and connected us with the owners of a home she had been trying to sell for years. It was a 4,500-square-foot, Gone with the Wind–style home, complete with towering two-story columns and a gourmet kitchen. We could rent it for five hundred dollars a month while it was for sale, enough to cover a few expenses for the owners, who had pity on a poor young couple.
The house, a Greek Revival known in the National Register of Historic Places as the Randolph-Whittle House, was rich with historical significance. We had just moved out of a 250-square-foot garage into a mansion with a story. I was giddy. But within months of moving in and enduring a few showings, something miraculous happened: the house sold. The realtor thanked us, saying that having a couple live there probably helped the new buyers envision themselves there (even with most of the rooms empty).
I remember thinking how odd that was. Living in this couple's old house helped them sell it, yet we had our own house still for sale in Florida. My brain began collecting house-selling data.
House 5: The House in the Neighborhood with Bars on the Windows
Our little boy, Landis, was due to arrive in another month, so we scrambled to find a new place to live. Of course, I wanted a house, not an apartment. I love design, I love architecture, I love houses—I deserve a real house! Again, I searched for the least expensive place available.
I found a home built in 1910 with twelve-foot ceilings and five fireplaces that cost about the same rent per month as we paid in the mansion. When you are on a mission like this, you overlook the fact that neighboring homes have bars on the windows.
I'll never forget our first day there. I had the screen door closed and the heavy wood door open when the mailman walked up on the porch. I stood there, nine months pregnant, and said hello. The mailman's response? He told me I should keep the door locked because the neighborhood wasn't safe. What had I done? It was the day we moved in and I already wanted to move out. Was this the life we were destined for? Moving from rental to rental, waiting for our house in Florida to sell?
We lived in the bars-on-the-windows neighborhood for six months, the amount of time on our lease. Our car was broken into, and I heard there was a vagrant living underneath the house next door. When there is a vagrant involved, you suddenly get excited about moving into a nice, new, clean, no-bars-on-the-windows apartment.
So that's how we had been married three years and had already lived in exactly five different homes. That's also how a person who thinks she is too good for an apartment can have a change of heart in a matter of months and become the most grateful person ever for not getting to live with five fireplaces after all.
House 6: The Apartment I Thought I Was Too Good For
So we moved into an apartment and I stayed at home with our son and we paid on our student loans and had no money. I repeat, no money. As in, I-couldn't-go-to-McDonald's-and-pay-for-a-small- order-of-fries no money. We'd heard of the word savings, but it seemed like an urban myth. I would go to the Dollar Store and look for the least expensive thing I could find just to enjoy having something new for our home. You know it's bad when you look for things on sale at the Dollar Store.
I wanted so badly to decorate, but we didn't have the means to spend anything on our house. The best I could do was to take down the rails that ran across the top of our four-poster bed to use as curtain rods in our bedroom. I felt hopeless. Tears were involved.
After three years on the market, our home in Florida finally sold. Lucky for us, we'd had renters for most of that time, but the relief of not owning that home was glorious. We sold it for exactly what we'd bought it for, so we had to sell one of our cars to pay the realtor's fee. You've never seen people so thrilled to sell their car.
After a year and a half of apartment living, Baby Boy Number Two, Cademon, was on his way. We had no plans, no goals, no hope of ever leaving the apartment. Chad was busy working at the school, and all I had to do every day was take care of a little boy, deal with a horrid case of morning sickness, and think about how I would be growing old in the apartment. We had major school debt, a little car payment, and a tiny bit of credit-card debt complete with not-so-perfect credit.
Then I started plotting. I wanted a house. I began to spend my days driving around town, studying neighborhoods. I also talked nonstop about buying a house. Poor Chad—I'm sure my discontentment was obvious.
We read Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace and within a year cleaned up our credit. We had learned the hard way about buying a house that wouldn't sell, so we had guidelines as we prepared for another move. I looked for a good deal, something we could sell easily when the time came. I looked for a house that I could immediately fix up with simple cosmetic changes like paint, changes that would make a big impact with little work. I looked for location more than anything else. Soon I narrowed our search down to a particular neighborhood. Maybe I wouldn't grow old in that apartment after all.
House 7: The Yellow House
We finally bought an adorable yellow 1940s mill house with 1,290 square feet. Perfect timing, because Baby Cade had arrived, and he was sleeping in a bassinet in the bathroom at the apartment. We paid $78,000 for our little yellow cottage. It didn't bother me that the washer and dryer were in the tiny kitchen or that there was no dishwasher. I could feel it: this house had good bones.
By then I knew it was best to make my house look good right away. I had learned that sometimes the unexpected happens and you move. I didn't know how long we would be there, but this time I was going to be prepared. I made the house pretty for me, and I made the house pretty in case we ever needed to sell it.
When your first house sits on the market for three years, you do everything within your limited power to make sure you won't lose money on your next house. I thought of decorating as a job—a job I loved, a job we benefited from, and a job that I hoped would free us to sell if and when the time came.
Chad worked extra jobs in the summer months, so I was able to scrape together money to spend on the house. I painted walls and woodwork with wild abandon. I learned about plants and we had the prettiest front yard on the block. We put up a picket fence and I painted it white to complete the American Dream Look I was going for. I tried to create a simple, charming home with what we had.
In the meantime, Baby Boy Number Three, Gavin, was on the way. (We had found that out even before we moved, when Baby Cade was three months old.) Even though during our first months in our yellow house I was either sick or taking care of three little boys without the luxury of a dishwasher, I loved what I was doing.
In that little yellow house, I began to see that I was contributing to our family through decorating. I loved the fact that something I enjoyed was also worthwhile, both for the time we lived there and for the time we would sell.
I keep saying "I" not because my husband was asleep on the sofa with a bowl of chips balanced on his stomach but because he was working and coaching and didn't yet know the joy and payoff that creating a beautiful home could bring. It didn't bother me. I knew I had enough to do in the house that could keep me busy for years, so I focused on what I could do.
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Posted January 12, 2015
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"The Nesting Place" by Myquillyn Smith isn't just a book for married homeowners. It's a book for anyone who desires to break free of the chains of perfection in order to make their living space a place of relaxation, freedom, and love. Myquillyn will teach you how to overcome those "lovely limitations" in your mind that put restraints on creating the home you desire and deserve.
She gently guides you through giving up on perfection, embracing messes and mistakes, exploring the true purpose of your home, and taking risks. This book is full of inspiration, practical advice, and grace.
Myquillyn gives you permission to be imperfect, which for at least me personally, lead to an overflow of creativity and appreciation towards God for all that I have been given.
I had heard really great things about this book, but I've never been much of a creative so I didn't expect anything huge to result from picking it up. Despite my lack of creativity, I've always desired a lovely home. This is something that has torn me and even my marriage down at times. BUT THIS BOOK. This book changed me.
Within the first 50 pages of The Nesting Place, I was already learning to give myself grace in the context of my home. Grace for not having a perfectly tidy home all the time. Grace for not having our guest room put together or the holes in our walls sealed yet. Grace, paired with the lightheartedness and inspiration of Myquillyn's writing inspired me to start taking risks in my own home.
Those walls I wanted to paint but was always too scared that I would hate the color I chose? I painted them. I even painted one wall a BOLD purple. Sue me.
That chaise lounge that needed a new slip cover? The slip cover that IKEA discontinued? I covered it in old curtains without even picking up a needle. Sue me.
That book page wreath I had been wanting to DIY but was too scared it wouldn't turn out like the Pinterest perfect photo? I made it. And guess what? It turned out AMAZING. Don't sue me for it because I really love it.
This book inspired me to overcome my own fears and try something new. It encouraged me to let my husband pick the paint color, because who cares if it didn't turn out perfect (but I think it did)?
I don't care who you are, what stage of life you are in, your relationship status, or your living status. THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU. It's not only a book on interior design, it's a book on faith, love, grace, and overcoming your own insecurities. And it's for you.
Posted November 6, 2014
This book arrived right on time. We had just purchased our first house in a quiet neighborhood. Our home is not the biggest on the block, but it's the first house our daughter will call home. It is also the first house me and my husband have had together.
Even though I was so proud that we finally made it this far, all of a sudden, it wasn't good enough. I was apprehensive to invite people over. They already had houses, finely decorated houses at that. With the exception of our main living area, and our daughter's room, the rest of the house was pretty blah. We still had hand me down furniture and homemade decorations. The "Keeping Up With the Jones'" mentality hit me fast and hard.
I was so excited to read this book. While combing Pinterest for decor ideas, I found Myquillyn Smith's blog, The Nesting Place and learned about her book, The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful. It was a blessing.
The book is divided into 13 chapters and several appendix's. Self-taught decorator, Smith shares her story of her homes throughout the years and how they were beautiful with the simple things. Along with the story are beautiful photographs worthy of a spread in a magazine. She shows the simplicity in how they were put together and the purpose they have in her home. The overall theme is that your home should be welcoming, comforting to your family and, of course, that "it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful."
Needless to say, after reading a book like this, I was convicted to not buy items just for the sake of filling the empty spaces in our home or sterile perfection in decor. Each item should have a story and purpose and I will enjoy the journey in filling those spaces over time. This is definitely a book I will reread often.
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Posted October 23, 2014
As I started the book, I quickly looked at the photos, and not seeing the big photo spreads I had expected, I figured I would read a little of the text and then return the book. But I soon found, that although the author's quirky style of white statuary is not my cup of tea, I loved her writing and her views on making a home both beautiful and comfortable. I greatly appreciated her focus that we already have what we need, now we just need to acknowledge that and then settle into appreciating our great blessings. If you're always looking at home decor magazines and wishing your home looked like the model homes on the latest tour of homes, then you need to get this book or check out her blog. Make sure you read The Imperfectionist Manifesto and also the chapter about her visit to Tanzania. Soon you'll be looking at your home with new eyes, and while you may not see perfection, you will certainly see beauty.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 15, 2014
Posted August 6, 2014
"You don’t have to wait for perfect conditions. Create your home now, wherever you are. You have everything you need."
This is the part which struck me most from the whole book. For the longest time now, I had been continually hoping that our family will settle in a big, spacious house where I could do the interiors just the way I want. I had been dreaming of ample space to put my ideas on home decorating into reality. I used to tell my husband I wanted a library, a living room, a dining room, a playroom, a big walk-in closet. Instead, we have been living in a small 2-bedroom apartment. The good part of this deal is, we are in a good area, accessible to a lot of things. The area is home to expensive apartments, thus the small cuts. Bigger (and more expensive) apartments are beyond hubby's company's budget. For 6 years, I had been moving furnitures around the house when the desire to see something new comes. I can't paint nor put on wall stickers. So, really!
It was perfect timing when I saw this book from BookLook Bloggers. I had to read it. And I am glad I did! I realized I had been making excuses to friends who come over to the house.... "The house is a mess"... "What do you expect when you have two boys?"... This book made me realize I shouldn't be making excuses, at all. I welcome my friends to the house because I enjoy having them. And I guess, they enjoy coming to the house because they feel at home, too. One time my husband told me, "even if we live in a matchbox, you would still find a way to invite friends over". And it's true. As the author said, "maybe you’d just like to have a home where you are free to have people over and focus on them instead of all your home’s imperfections".
It's really from experience that I agree with the author when she said that it is our 'buts' that hinder us from doing what we want. I had been struggling with limitations in decorating and buying things for the house. When we first moved here in Seoul, we thought we will be staying here for only a couple of years. Furniture were bought with the thought that all these is temporary.
Well, we will be on our 9th year here early next year:-). Indeed, "much of the beauty that arises in our homes comes from the struggle we wage with our limited resources" (quote from Henri Matisse, modified by the author). I still recognize the limitations of our home but at least now, I have the consciousness not to allow myself to be hindered by these limitations. And the important thing is, I calmly accept that "You don’t have to wait for perfect conditions. Create your home now, wherever you are. You have everything you need."
Posted July 4, 2014
What a joy to read this book! It gives you freedom to be yourself, and be content wherever you are with with what you have...a true blessing!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 25, 2014
This book is one of those that you can read over and over. It's touching not only to in how you relate to your home, but to your own heart and people you love. The Nester has taught me how to set my mind to making my house useful as well as making me accept myself better. She's a gem to this world. I am so fortunate to have this book in my loved on home.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 23, 2014
Posted April 28, 2014
The Nesting Place was one of the best books I have read in a while. This book is about interior design as well as accepting that perfection is not an option. This book talked about accepting the funny little things that pop up in each room that makes it unique, even if it not showroom perfect. I found this book to be commonsense, but it was something that is not said in most interior design books. I found the author to have an endearing way of talking to the reader, she talked about her own mistakes and her journey into learning how to create HER perfect home. I emphasis her is because her main idea is to create a home or room that is for you and for family, no one else. I love that message.
I literally read this book in two days, I put off my homework and everything. If that previous statement does not show how much I enjoyed this book I am unsure of how to prove it. The pictures included were inspiring and simple which allowed your mind to think about what she said and create your own version on your head. She has practical advice I know I will be using in my life when I change me room once again (I love interior design and changing my room). I loved the fact that she talks about all her past houses or rentals to drive home the lessons she is passing on to us. I love that this book is so realistic, I do have to note that there is a bit of religious talk (mostly about Gods gift of beauty and things along that line). I would not hesitate to recommend this to friends who are looking to change up their home or friends who are simply interesting in design.
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Posted April 26, 2014
In this book, you will find decorating tips and a lot of encouragement to overlook imperfections and rather than trying to make your home a magazine cover, instead turn it into a beautiful dwelling place that suits the purpose you have for it. Myquillin will advise you to go to thrift stores and not expect to find something every time, to re-purpose old pieces, to take a risk, to rearrange furniture not just within a room but from other rooms, etc. She will reassure you that paint is just paint and if you hate it, it's a small risk and can be fixed/ redone. And a nail hole is just a nail hole... they're easily fillable, so don't be afraid to hang pictures on walls, to work with opposites,
Myquillin will also tell you to quit looking for the perfection in your home and to embrace the imperfections, to prioritize and gain a little perspective, to be grateful for what you have rather than longing for what you lack.
"All my life I thought my dream was a pretty house, but really, my dream was to create a home.... Home. A place of rest while we are on this earth. A safe place for our children. A place to love and be loved. A place that is beautiful. A haven.... I decided to trust that the God who is in charge of my eternal life could also be trusted with my everyday life."
3 words: Read this book. I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Posted July 14, 2014
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