As we have made room for our extended family to live with us I have just shuffled stuff around from room to room and, at some point, I gave up. This isn't their fault, it is mine. I grew up with a mom who flew off the handle whenever we made a mess or broke something; and I now live with a husband who reacts in much the same way. Determined not to follow in her footsteps and make things more important than people, I have allowed the pendulum to swing too far in the other direction. Oh, and for the record, mom has mellowed greatly with age.
Back to the subject of beauty in the home. I have used the kids and our tight living arrangements as an excuse to let the house go. Because I don't want them to spill, scratch or break these things I hold dear. Somewhere between living in a museum and a warehouse must be a beautiful life worth living. My challenge is to find that place.
The first step is to teach mother and children about how to care for things while providing a safe place where they can eat and play with messy stuff. Then I can feel comfortable decorating our home. Providing a beautiful and safe home is the job of the woman of the house. Yes, I am just that old fashioned.
Here is a montage of some of the things that I consider the beautiful components in our home.
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| 1940's era chair and a book case. |
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| Slipper chair, recently recovered. |
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| Marble top table. |
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| Gentlemen's windsor chair that I found in a group of stuff destined for the trash. After refinishing it is fabulous. |
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| Antique writing desk in need of refinishing. |
I am surrounded by beauty...it is up to me to create a home for my family that is filled with love, beauty and memories.
Live in love....
Sheryl
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