I have always lived and tried to live on the "haimish" side of things. This means, of course, that things aren't as "nice" as they would be if we tried to live the suburban dream. The things that worry so many of our friends, relatives and neighbors, such as the lawn, just don't bother us that much. (Creeping Charlies does bother me, but I'm not willing to pour chemicals all over the place to take care of it).
But we sure have a great time when we gather at table (which is often). I think we are the only family I know in the world who at least three sit-down meals a day. Let me tell you, if you spend that much time at the table you don't have nearly as much time to keep up the fineries in the house, much less keep up with the Joneses.
We also tend to prefer books over just about any luxury or finery you could name.
I'm also afraid that our way of life may make those who live on the other side of the "haimish line" uncomfortable when they visit us. I'm sad about that and sometimes wish I could do better in the "finery" area, but I apparently don't wish that hard enough to do something much about about it. I'll eventually fix that door, I'm sure. I fixed two this summer. Sort of.
Maybe I should put a sign up that says, "Haim sweet haim."