One For the Curators Among Us

Recently, a sweet bloggy friend posted before and after pics of completely realistic and doable DIY projects for each room (YES – there IS such a thing!) So inspirational, that one.  When you get a minute, go check her out over at The Domestic Fringe.

Anyhoo, my friend spoke of needing her kitchen to be a happy place.  This made complete sense to me.  And, it inspired me to show you a picture of the one happy place in my own kitchen – the window above the sink. Your happy place might be in the bedroom, or bathroom, or office.  I choose to make my “happy place” in my kitchen, because what I have to do in there does not –no, it does not- make me happy. Also, it’s the only part of my kitchen that is decorated in any way, shape, or form.

The day that the cooking and decorating genes were handed out?  I was totally absent. The only thing that I do in the kitchen that makes me “happy”, is when I get to clean.  Not. Even. Kidding.  And, while I love a good cleaning bender as much as the next obsessive-compulsive person, I honestly abhor cooking. To be quite frank, I only cook because people in my home, whom I cherish, must eat to live..

But, there is grace. God did see fit to bless me with an amazing mother-in-law. She received both of those genes, and the decorating sense, in spades; and, thank goodness.  Without her near constant help influence, my house would be a hot mess of white walls! And I’m about 101% certain that it’s difficult to turn white walls into a hot mess.

When we moved in, she encouraged me to pick out a fabric so that she could make cute little curtains for each window. She told me where I might consider hanging them. (I must admit, right here and right now, that I had no idea that curtains could be hung at different places within a window!)

After I chose a fabric (seriously people, that, in and of itself was a harrowing enough experience!), my mother-in-love took pity on me and made the curtains, bought the rods, and showed me exactly where to hang them.  She also provided the idea for the little lights above the window in the kitchen. But, I did actually go hunting for, and string up, the rice lights all by my self.  True story.

The rest of the stuff (I like to use terribly complex decorating terminology) along the windowsill, though, is all me.  Maybe I shouldn’t state that so arrogantly.  Especially as I eyeball the pictures I’m about to share with you.  Maybe I should say,  um… I did the best I could with the decorating skills God gave me?

Okay, one more thing before “unveiling” the pictures that I am about positive all of you can wait for.

Is it just me, or does every decorating expert, article, or show seem to have an obsession for the word “curate”?  What happened to the word “organize”?  Is that word now completely defunct? Where was I when “organize” morphed into “curate”?  Oh, the questions I have…

Alrighty then.  Let’s play show and tell.

Here is my happy place.

In the kitchen.

Go easy on me.

Stalling much?

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That long painted beach scene board I picked up at an arts & crafts fair on Long Beach Island, one summer.  I made the “Be Intentional” print and put it into a picture frame to remind me of my One Word for 2013.  That lovely baby poop brown “sculpture” to the left of the white frame was lovingly handcrafted by my Sweetboy.  We are attempting to grow a carrot.  In a very small pot.  I’m not sure how that logically will work.  But, I’m rolling with it.  Then, over there on the right, I have my treasures.  My fishy bowl of dark chocolates, mason jar of favorite shells, and my Journey monthly devotional magazine.

Seriously, what else could a girl want in her corner to bring her contentment?

So, tell me! Where’s your happy place?

Traveling Home

“Where we love is home-home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”  Oliver Wendell Holmes

I’ve been thinking about “home” a lot lately. I’m not entirely certain why.  Or which “home” I’m longing for.  My physical one down in sunny F.L.A.  Or my spiritual one in Heaven.  Maybe a little of both.  And, I surely hope that there is LOTS of sunshine and sand in Heaven.  But that’s another post for another day… One of my new favorite blogs is here. Her blog name really speaks to me. It reminds me that we are all just travelers, whether our journey is from the South to the North or from now to then.  And I appreciate those reminders.  It’s so easy to get stuck in a rut, or worse,  fall into a ditch along the way from here to there, isn’t it?

My Sweetchildren don’t yet know what it means to be travelers along the road of this life, other than their flights down to Florida to see The Nana and Captain Ahab.  Some of that is because of my Sweetboy’s limited ability (for a time!) to see beyond the “now”.  And some of it is because his sister is… well… four.  But, I want them to know that they are travelers in this life. I want them to find joy in the journey.  I want them to carve out a sense of purpose for their lives here and now.  I desperately want them to travel this life with as little baggage as possible.  And I want them to know that “wherever they go, there they are.”  And how to “bloom where they’re planted“. And all those good thangs!

But most of all, I want them to yearn for “home”.  And if we are so blessed, may our children’s idea of “home” be wherever we are, while still alive and breathing.  And where we finally will be when we’re not.  Yes indeedy.