I realized that for me to call a house my home, (besides sharing it with Mr B and my kids), there are a few things that always make me feel…..“This is home.”
FUR BABIES. I cannot live in a house without pets, at present that means dogs. I love animals of all kinds and have shared my life at various times, with a crazy wild burro, 2 Shetland ponies, several horses, dozens of cats, dogs, hamsters and gerbils, fish, birds, including a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo that screamed like a banshee, and a raccoon named Gunther. I’ve rescued and released chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, baby birds, mice, and once, a baby screech owl. (Many years ago I held a license to rescue and rehabilitate birds of prey.) But all that changed once I moved to the Burbs. No longer do I have the space (or the time) for multiple critters, I own only dogs since Mr B has some allergies. My lifestyle may have changed, but thankfully my home is still filled with love and joy…… and two dogs are just enough. For me, pets, whatever the species are a necessary part of turning any house into a home.
BOOKS. I am a reader. I love books. I love the feel of the pages, the portability, even the smell of the paper. I love the way old books are bound, some are works of art in and of themselves. Books transport me to other worlds, offer instruction, and entertainment. They are a necessity. Books are also one of my signature decorating tools. Decorating with books can be as simple as filling a bookshelf with your favorites and adding a unique bookend, or using a stack to elevate a vase or statue or showcase a plant.
PHOTOGRAPHS. I take pictures. I always have. I love having a camera to capture everyday life, much to the chagrin of my kids and grandkids. As the years pass and people leave us, sometimes all we have left of them are the photos we took along the way. Photographs capture moments, hold it still so that life can be examined. Some of my most treasured possessions are the old photographs of my ancestors. These photos depict a life long before me, and I love looking at them, to find a resemblance, noticing that I have my father’s face in a more feminine form or that my jawline is now that of my Grandmother. Or remembering an event, a place, or how my babies have changed and grown through the years. Photographs are essential in making any house a home.
COLLECTIONS: This is so fundamental in designing and creating a home it almost doesn’t merit a sentence, much less a paragraph. Almost. Why should you display collections in your home? If photographs and books help visually tell your story, who you are, what you are interested in, your history, what impact do collections have? Collections are the spice of your personal environment. Think about a room in your home, when you walk in does it say; “I live here?” Are you surrounding yourself with things that speak to your heart, make you smile? Why not? Does your home have character and personality or does it look like a hotel?
Displaying personal collections adds the finishing touches in creating a home that speaks to your heart. I have collections, boy! Do I ever. I have “a thing” for many things. I enjoy finding different ways to use my collections, unique ways to display them. I love things with history, not just my history, but history in general. I wonder who touched an item, how it was used, if it meant something special to someone before me. I love using the same things my Mom and Grandmother used, reliving the times we shared, the meals served in old dishes, the warmth of an old quilt tucked around me when I was sick. The dings and dents, the chippy and peeling paint, the workmanship and creativity that went into making things. I simply must have “my stuff” in order to make a house my home.
PLANTS. I must have plants in my home. I use live plants whenever possible, but if I have a spot that doesn’t receive enough light to sustain a live plant, I go with faux. To me, a room without plants can read as sterile and lifeless, because, well….it is! There was a time when I would never have considered faux plants. I couldn’t stand the plastic and fake look and feel. I gave in during the early 90’s when I lived in one side of a tiny duplex with no natural light in the common living areas. I also had to go faux while owning a dog who would eat every single plant I brought home. Since many house plants are toxic to pets, that meant I couldn’t have any unless I went faux. It required a search to find the most lifelike fakes available and they were not inexpensive. But I had to have plants, even fake ones are better than none in my home.
So these are my Must Haves to turn any space into my home. These are what I take with me wherever I live, what I require to make the humblest of spaces one that makes my heart smile. What are some of yours? What makes a house your home???
This year just like every other year Mr B is singing love songs to other women. WHAT? No worries, he sings with a barbershop quartet and each year other husbands ( and clever wives) hire them to sing to their sweeties, Mom’s, kids or best friends. They sing in office complexes, homes, and even locker rooms. They sing outside in gardens, in parks, or in a foyer. They spread love along with candy and a nifty rose to the target sweetie or significant other. Does this bother me? Nope. He sometimes leaves a handwritten note before he leaves for the day, a card in an unlikely place, or a text in the middle of the day. I know where his heart is.
Valentines Day isn’t a big deal to me. It hasn’t been since high school. I had crushes and wished for special cards, flowers, tokens of love. I didn’t always receive them. In those early years I was sometimes devastated that the object of my affection didn’t care enough to send me a Hallmark card because he didn’t care enough to send the very best, the stinker. So I learned early in my life to plant my own garden. That I didn’t need a sweetie and I already had loads of significant others. My besties, my guy pals, my Grams, my dogs (yes, they are significant) and later, boyfriends, and much later, a husband and child. Then even later, a husband and 3 children.
While the kids were young there were cookies and cards and hugs and kisses. There were cards and themed cakes, cookies and even flowers for Mr B. He sent me flowers, cards, the standard Valentines Day gifts. I sent him the same. There were romantic dinners for two or sometimes we’d set a fancy table, light candles and add the kids. But it didn’t start or stop there. Every day is Valentines Day in the Brown house. We celebrate daily. We say “I love you.” We say “I appreciate you” and “thank you.” Every day. Sometimes several times. If that sounds smug, I don’t mean it to sound that way at all.
What I’m trying to say in my usual awkward style, is that we, any of us, don’t need a special day to celebrate love. We don’t need that arbitrary date. Let your friends, sweeties and besties, your kids and (even your fur babies) know each and every day how much you love them. It doesn’t require a dozen roses or a box of candy, (although I never turn down Hersheys chocolate. Just sayin.) It doesn’t require a card, although sending a card for no reason is a wonderful thing to do. All it requires is saying a simple, “I love you.” So have fun with Valentines Day. Give candy and flowers. Send a silly card or a heartfelt one if that’s your style. Let your significant other know how much you care.
Valentines Day is a day on the calendar to celebrate love. So celebrate with great joy and love in your heart. Say “I love you,” “I appreciate you,” “I value you,” to all those significant others in your life. But don’t let it be just one day of the year. You don’t need a day circled in red to celebrate love. Say “I love you” every day. Spread the love. “All You Need is Love.” And most of all, give yourself love. Treat yourself to flowers, to cookies or cake or candy. Why not? You are special in and of yourself. Happy Valentines Day my friends. I love and appreciate you.
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