Sunday, May 16, 2010
What makes a house a home? Is it the furniture? What you hang on your walls? The photos on your mantle? I think it's the little things. Remember God is in the Details! I enjoy trying to put as much detail into everything. (Thanks to my mentors of decor my friends KC and Susan) I am trying to make my house, not just a house but a reflection of my life. Each piece is picked with love and great thought. It's not like our wardrobe, that we grow out of certain pieces and easily discard them when we are through with them. None of us can afford to be changing everything all the time when it comes to what makes our house a home. That is why each piece is so important. From the largest painting on your wall to the smallest book on a table. I love to see how my rooms have evolved into not just furniture and things but into a tranquil place, a spot for conversation, a corner to nap or a reading haven. I recently purchased a new settee and panicked when it had arrived. I called my dear friend KC immediately to ask her what she thought of my pick since I tend to second guess my decisions. (Hey I'm still learning) Funny, after my designer friend gave me the okay I felt silly because I loved it as soon as I saw it but doubted that I had the ability to put things together when it came to different patterns. She assured me I had done well and now I can see it. Sometimes we just need confirmation and support from our friends.
This is the settee. Although you can't truly see the color you can see that it does go with my rug and the coffee table.
Display what you love. Find a place to showcase all your favorite pieces, whether they are plates or books.
I love soaps in different scents and not only do I love to use them but I also display them in my bathroom.
What is your favorite spot? I have many. My bathroom is one of them. Make your home have many favorite places to go to when you are feeling stressed or need to feel the comforts of home.
Create inviting areas that call for attention. I have always loved chairs and places to rest your feet after a long day.
Remember it is your home. Make it yours by adding the things you like and feel comfortable in. If you don't want to sit on it then maybe it should be in a museum and not in your home. At the end of the day you want to relax in an inviting relaxing atmosphere. Your home.
Remember to extend the invitation to relax in your home's surroundings as well. Your outside is an extension of your inside. Find points of tranquility and beauty in both.
As Thomas Jefferson so eloquently said . . . "That which we elect to surround ourselves with becomes the museum of our soul and the archives of our experiences. . . "
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I have lost many trees on my property since I have lived here. Some out of necessity, some because they were sick and some because of storms. Each time I have felt a loss. After all they are living things.
Beautiful creations of The Almighty. I was walking Rudy today and was standing under it with him. He was sitting and I was standing and we were both at a pause, still as can be looking up. At first I didn't notice that he was mimicking my action until I looked down. Then I watched as he looked up and he really was mesmerized. Perhaps it was the sun streaming through it causing tiny lines of light to cascade down from the sky, perhaps it was the leaves slowly moving in the lazy 90 degree wind. Or maybe, just maybe he was thinking what I was thinking of. What has this tree seen? What has it heard? Does it recognize us? Of course it does. And what does it remember? The stories it can tell and the secrets it has heard. How privileged are we to have it as a part of our lives.
Or maybe, Rudy was thinking . . . "Hm, Now that's a good place to pee!"
It's funny how being with a dog long enough you start to rub off on each other and develop similar habits. Okay, I may not be licking my self or rolling in the grass or walking on all fours but my Rudy does everything I do and likes to do every thing I do. He looks forward to coming in the car with me every morning to get coffee from Starbucks. He waits in the car anxious to see me and always gets excited and jumps up and down when I am walking to the car. (Rob doesn't do that)
He shares my warm morning bun and I always leave him the last few drops of my latte. I sing to him in the car silly songs about how "Mommy and Rudy are together forever, or how Mommy loves Rudy and Rudy loves Mommy." He lays down on the seat with a steadfast glance, watching me, protecting me and loving me with no strings attached. I love him now more than ever. We are grieving together, we are comforting one another and keeping each other company. His favorite thing is to sit on the porch swing with me where I usually sing silly songs again with him and then I usually thank him for being my friend, for being my glimpse of God during such a terrible period in my life. I am sick to think of what I would have done without him these past few weeks. I am so blessed to have him. He is my best friend.