Would you know me by where I live? Could you locate me in a crowd after wandering around my living space? Is understanding me and my decision to live in the place I do as easy as seeing my surroundings?
This much I can say…
I admire trees. They grow from a nut in the ground and even if chopped down, even close to the dirt, new shoots can grow from the stump of the dead.
I don’t keep up with the Jones or the Warrens (an affluent family in my area.)
I prefer vintage.
I value resilience, a life lived whether that life was long or short, arduous or kind. It’s all part of this blessed aging process.
I fill my place with cherished items because I’m sentimental.
I inherited a dining table from my grandparents. The surface is marred with markings from my uncles. With only Mom and one uncle remaining of this large family, I hold close to this piece of history of the family.
A red tractor’s chair came from my dad’s business. It was part of a set, he tells me. I always hear a bit of regret in his voice since he didn’t keep the blue one also. I sat on the red one when I was young. A tractor’s seat welded onto a coil and base.
When I walk into my home, I see the value. But, possibly someone different who may look at me would see my frugality.
I’m eclectic, maybe even cluttered.
My place is dusty and often unorganized.
I’m not wealthy. Still, I value appearance, but it isn’t in a way requiring control. I’m wanting to shake off the chains.
Naps, comfort, books, caring for others, and cats are valuable.
Instead of asking, “What’s your name? What do you do?” Rather, we might have someone describe their car or their clothing choice. I’d like to try that sometime. Maybe I will.
What’s your place like and how did you choose? Is it stamped with all of the trimmings of you? Or, as it sometimes happens, did it choose you? Leave a comment below. I’d love to read it.
Here’s a fun site-Curating Cozy Spaces
A book I enjoyed-Style Statement – Carrie and Danielle