I love decorating our home. It’s not my life’s purpose or anything but I find joy in my nest. I love creating little vignettes, finding the perfect throw pillows, arranging flowers in a vase and similar domestic pursuits. Even in grade school I would re-arrange my room weekly and do new color schemes, saving my allowance for picture frames or fabric. What kind of 4th grader cares about such things?! I’m just clarifying that it’s always been there, this habit.
In my decor choices I try to stay fully aware that I am the only female in this abode. Purposely limiting the floral fabrics, nixing the pastels and just generally trying to make sure that my four men can put their feet up on the coffee table or sprawl on a couch without worry of dainty doilies or fragile knickknacks. They don’t say anything but I think they appreciate the efforts. Sometimes I even get a little help in my decorating. Case in point:
This is our coffee table. I love that the kids are at an age where I can safely arrange a large glass English cloche (and I’ve wanted one for oh-lets see-how old is Josiah? that’s 12.5 years) with a vintage iron bird finial and a ferny plant with actual potting soil. Years ago the mix of iron, glass and dirt, suspended above oatmeal colored carpet would have proved catastrophic within the hour. Now the baby is 8 years old and asks sweetly “Mom? Can we move that stuff to play Monopoly?” but when the game is over and they set it back up this is what I found…
Poor Stitch! Sam sacrificed a good chunk of souvenir money at Disney World years ago to bring him home. Yet quickly his master has outgrown him! No longer clutched at bedtime or carried everywhere in little arms…now merely the subject of cruel pranks. Relegated to an enclosed chamber, lacking both his oxygen and his dignity.
Here’s another example of interference: I have this cute little pig chef statue (and what marketing genius thought that up?!) that holds a chalkboard menu. It was $2 at a yard sale last weekend and he had a cute look on his face so I brought the little french porker home. I planned on posting coq au vin and roast lamb on his little board (ok. ok. chicken nuggets is more likely) but someone whose name starts with a C keeps drawing on it first. Just what you want in your kitchen, to set the tone for appetizing meals…a big man barfing on a little man. Seconds, anyone?
Another way Caleb helps out is to build elaborate Lego models and display them around the house. Bright plastic robot creations fit in perfectly with my antiques and pottery, and I know it’ll be the next big thing in “Better Homes than Yours” magazine. This one is my favorite. He made a cross for me last night, to sit by the computer.
And last, to show that Josiah also likes to “help” Mom, although he is too thoughtful and polite to change the decor. In fact when I do anything he is the first to notice and compliment my efforts. I’ve said it before but really! Some woman is going to be a very happy wife someday! But here is my to-do list. It’s a bit long because we are having family over and I am using that as incentive to get a few little projects wrapped up. Josiah goes and ADDS to my list.
Do you see what sweet child wrote on the bottom?