The other day I had an idea for a reel. It was silly and joyful and SO “Ploppals.” The kind of idea that just plops into your head fully formed.
And then I looked around.
There were dog toys on the rug. Three of them. Maybe five. Okay, seven. The pottery shelves were overflowing (again). A grandkid’s drawing was taped to the kitchen cabinet. There was a rogue banana peel somewhere it shouldn’t be. My hair? Not camera-ready. My chin? Let’s just say it’s having an expansive season.
So I didn’t post the reel.
I didn’t film it.
I didn’t even jot it down.
Because I worried people wouldn’t see the message…
They’d see the mess.
🫶 The irony isn’t lost on me.
Ploppals was born to celebrate imperfection.
We cheer on the mess. We are the mess. (Poop plushies, anyone?)
We literally say: “Let’s laugh through the crap life throws at us.”
So why am I still afraid someone will judge the pile of dishes in my sink?
🐾 The truth is: This is a house where life happens.
We have three dogs who think they own the place.
We have grandkids who visit and leave magic and macaroni art behind.
We have too much handmade pottery and we collect more, because art matters.
We’re artists, parents, caretakers, mess-makers.
And when inspiration strikes, we don’t tidy—we create. That’s not laziness. That’s prioritizing joy.
💡 So here’s what I’m reminding myself (and maybe you too):
- Clutter doesn’t cancel creativity.
- A messy house is often a lived-in, love-filled house.
- People want real. And if they don’t… they’re not your people.
So yes, I’m going to start showing up even when my hair’s a bit wild and my shelves are a bit crowded. I’m going to film that reel, write that post, share that laugh—even if the lighting’s bad and there’s a sock in the background.
Because connection is more important than curation.
And love is louder than laundry.
📸 Your challenge (and mine):
Post the thing.
Show the clutter.
Be the glorious, funny, real-life human that you are.
We’re not here to impress.
We’re here to uplift.
Mess and all.
Heather
Founder, Ploppals
