I’ve moved a lot. Like….a lot a lot. One of the many things I’ve learned in hauling your stuff in and out of boxes, is that you learn quickly the things you love, the things you like, and the things you can forget about quickly. I’m soooooo done moving and I want to fill my home with the stuff I love. The stuff I loooove is a memory or connection or object made with love with family or friends whether its a cool rock from the lake, photos, or an art project like our family tree art.
The amazing decorator, Nate Berkus (who has a standing invitation for tea and decorating) says, “Our homes should tell a story of who we are.” I love that. I think about that thought when I stare at blank walls in the house I finally will plant roots in. And, oh honey have I got some blank walls in this 3rd year in my home. But there is always a moment, a magical moment, when I finally walk past or stare at a wall and it comes to me.
I had one of those “unblank the wall” moments yesterday. I had oooohhhed and ahhhhhed at a friend of mine’s house over 6 months ago (Hi Emily!) who did this very thing, yet it just now occurred to me to do it too. I didn’t over analyze it. My gracious husband just handed over a hammer, some nails with a smile, and some slightly bitter advice. He said “make sure each of the kids are represented, unlike my house where my brother was the official artist.” I had kept a marvelous collection (clutter stack) of the kids’ elementary artwork in our pub (what we call our dining room) for the last year-ish, and likely whispered promises to it of a glorious display. All it took was a soda and some music and wa-la…our art gallery had begun. The kids skipped by several times whooping, clapping, and getting in my way.
My favorite parts:
1. There’s plenty more wall. There will be plenty more art.
2. This area leads to the basement, aka, the kids “go play” zone.
3. I hope when the kids are sitting in Art with their fabulous teacher (Hi Jenna!), they know there will be a special place to honor their creativity and effort in a treasured spot in our home.
For us, the “story of who we are” certainly can be told best with the help of our children…but not the entire house:) Now it’s on to staring at the next blank wall and wondering…what story shall I tell next?
Happy decorating! Says the non-decorator, Shelisa
My dog is not impressed. He’d like a wall of chicken liver.