I recently realized that I am homesick for home. Which is strange, because I have a home and a wonderful family. I think it's really the idea of a place that is comfy and cozy and filled with wonderful smells and food that has captured me. For so long, home was simply a place to sleep, shower, and wolf down a bowl of fiber cereal before running out to start a 17-hour workday. Most of my life, I have barely had more furniture than a bed and one small couch, although we have now added a table and chairs and another small couch, plus a crib, to that. :-)
Do you know what I mean, though? It can be a cold, cruel world, and I want to have a place where my son can relax and know that he is loved and accepted for exactly who he is. A place that maybe he will long for one day when he is older and I am crying every night when he is at college. A place where not only baby Dallas can be nurtured and grow, but where that's a possibility for my hubby and me, too.
It's funny, because my first house came somewhat close to this in feeling, if not in furniture. I got into Shabby Chic, and spent countless Sundays at the flea market looking for empty frames (to be hung on the walls like artwork), benches (to be used as coffee tables), pitchers (to be used as vases for flowers), and white peely-paint anything. There is something warm and inviting about pieces that have a history, although it always made me kind of sad as I browsed at markets, wondering why their owners would let them go. I wanted to take all of them home! :-)
When my hubby and I got married, he said that he could not handle being surrounded by pink and seafoam green, so I gave away all of my treasures (yes, I cried) and we started over with a modern, minimalist approach (where having only a bed and a couch works FOR you). And while our house is pretty (and now covered in baby gear!), it's never made me feel like it represents my heart.
Anyone else tried to completely change who they were because of a man?
So, last night, as I paged through a book called Vintage Vavoom, I told my hubby that I"d like to move back toward Shabby Chic with the house. He looked up from his stuffed baked potato, and immediately said, "Do we have to have white peely--"
"YES!"
I can't wait to go find some empty frames. :-)
P.S. I have also been overcome with the urge to Scrapbook!!! Do you scrapbook? Would you be interested in doing a Scrapbooking party with me? I"m trying to see if we can put one together. You can leave a comment or email lara@thefish959.com.
