I’m not dead, promise.
For the regulars around here, you guys know it’s been a while (about two months, which is a long time in blogville). I love posting about our house, DIY projects, parenting, and everything in between, but at the end of the summer I started to feel a tension between the things I truly believe and the content I was writing on here. Don’t get me wrong, I have never lied to you guys or done anything here I particularly regretted. But as I made claims about the sufficiency of Christ and how I’m not about perfect housekeeping (grace, y’all), I saw myself desperately grasping for content to post about the latest trends. Without knowing it, the more I blogged, the more I steeped myself in materialism. I became less satisfied with the incredible projects we had done to our little home and more desperate to make our home (and wardrobe and hobbies and and and) into the ones I saw online. Kinda lost my blog soul. And then one day in August I was just over it. I had nothing to say anymore and so I didn’t say anything… for two months.
As I spent time off Pinterest and blogs, something wonderful happened. I gradually began to care less about floating shelves, subway tiles, and fiddle leaf fig trees and more about how to raise healthy children in a porn culture, what the Bible actually says, and how to be counter cultural in the best possible ways.
I have been grappling with what to do with Crooked Housewife. And that’s when something marvelous happened: I was able to go to the NCOSE Summit in Houston a few weeks ago. NCOSE (National Coalition to End Sexual Exploitation) is a phenomenal organization that, among other things, has exposed a stunning connection between human trafficking and the porn industry. One of the greatest things we can do as parents and mentors is start a conversation among the kids and young adults in our lives about the harmful effects of pornography. I have so much to say on this, but for now I’ll leave it at this: I am going to share more on this topic (regularly). I love doing home projects, renovations, and designs, and that’s not going anywhere, but in healthier doses.
So no, we’re not breaking up. We’re upgrading to Crooked Housewife 2.0 — a place where we’re going to talk about everything from sewing a pillowcase to helping bring down human trafficking to cooking for people with lactose intolerance to books that empower little girls. So let’s get real. I mean, really real.
And for those of you who are still with me after my little sabbatical, thanks. I’m so glad to be back and I have a lot to say.