I don’t know a thing about mutual funds but when it comes to investing into one’s home to increase the quality of life, I’m kind of an expert.
He are three ways that I invest in my home to make my life a little sweeter:
1. Get plants.
Plants make the air better. And if that wasn’t enough all by itself, they are actually scientifically proven to make people happier, to fight fatigue, to reduce coughs and sore throats and can even enhance creativity and productivity. I just got a few more– the jungalow can never have enough plants. (Like my upcycled plant stand in the first pic? It used to be a lamp shade.)
2. Water by the Bed.
Is it too strong to say that this water jug saves me every night? Perhaps– but since I got it, my sleep–and therefor my life–has been SO much better. A glass water jug I got for $16.99 at a weird little ‘water shop’ in Atwater village has made it so that I don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get water, and I don’t have to drink out of icky plastic water bottles. The easy access also means that I drink more water which is good for my health, wellness and skin and hair. Especially in these winter months where we sleep with the heater on, I actually feel hydrated during the night instead of parched like I usually get.
3. Deep Cleaning
One of my guiltiest pleasures is that I have a house keeper. She comes once a week and deep-cleans my home. I can tend to be messy–I always have five or six projects strewn about the house and I let my laundry pile up. I’m lazy about deep cleaning like windows and showers and stuff. Getting a house keeper was seriously one of the best home-decisions I’ve ever made. She keeps the peace between Jason and I (as soon as we are about to bicker about whose turn it is to do dishes she arrives) and she gets to the little nooks and crannies of our home– the ones that I’d probably get to once a year. And since we have a cat and also so many tchotchkes, she keeps the fur and dust at bay which helps my allergies. I make little sacrifices throughout the week to be able to afford the luxury of having her come so often– and as soon as I get home to a spotless home any guilt that came with the pleasure flies out of that sparkly-clean window.