Sunday, September 2, 2012
Home Sweet Home.
I grew up on Main St.. I have vivid memories of hopscotch in the street, catching earth worms in the gutters after a hard rain, and riding my hot wheels like a wild woman up and down that street. Those were good days filled with good memories. Every time I see this old street sign on my desk, it takes me back to the past, those were sweet times. The picture above the desk reminds me of childhood dreams. Ever since I was a little girl, I imagined myself living on land with lots of trees and water. This canvas speaks to me about a little girl's dream and the hope of Heaven one day... it's peaceful.
When I first got married, I filled up my spaces with things that took up room but had zero meaning. I was in such a hurry to "make" our home that I mindlessly decorated our house just to complete the space. At the time I never knew why it didn't feel like home, but looking back now I get it. A home is compiled of those who live inside it and also the stories told on the walls; Memories that allow us to reflect and be grateful for where we came from and where we are now.
If you are feeling your rooms are lacking some life, add a little more meaning to them. It's good to blend pretty with practical. Go antiquing at your favorite shop and if you stumble across something that speaks to you about your own story or of someone in your family, incorporate it in your home. Be intentional with your spaces so you can thrive where you are and enjoy your Home sweet Home.