Unexpected delight

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I walked into the kitchen tonight, getting home after the biggest boy’s basketball game, and was caught by what I saw before me –

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The vignette I had originally created of bits and pieces of things I love had been added to here and there, showing more of a picture of my life. Framed words that inspire, whimsical beauty from a local artist, a creation from a girl who loves her dad fiercely, memories in a jar, sunshine in a bowl, gifts brought back from a land far away, and books overflowing. And dinosaurs, of course (doesn’t everyone use dinosaurs in their decorating?).

It’s not anything that will ever appear in a style magazine, but it’s my life today, perfectly imperfect.

Comforts

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I had plans today. Ones that involved cleaning out and sorting allthestuff in the garage, that would make space to create and work on some of the projects in my head.

Buuuut, no. I got gastro instead, and have spent the day on the couch, very close to the required amenities, with this view

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At least I can see blue skies and sunshine.

Instead of getting the job done that I’d planned and set aside the day for, I’ve read books, played games with the youngest boy, put some of the inside of my head on paper, drank cups of bone broth and peppermint tea, and counted my blessings of the comforts of home when I’m not feeling my best.

That’s the way life goes sometimes, and I love that at times like this, home wraps itself around me like a big, soft blanket.

What are your home comforts?

Thank God I’m a country girl

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I live in rural South Australia, a town of about 27,000, a city by definition, but where within 10 minutes of driving, I see this:

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Without fail, when I’m outside in the beautiful landscape that God has created here, be it farm land, the bush , the river or the ocean (all within 30 minutes from my front door), I know peace and a stilling of my soul.

I love where I live.

Where is ‘that place’ for you?

Lines and loops

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I’ve had art projects for my home captured in my head for years, and I haven’t done anything about bringing them to life.

Tonight, I put pen to paper and started working on creating one of my visions. Tucked up on the couch in between checking on the moon turning red outside with the smallest boy, I drew words that make my heart sing.

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There’s no place like home

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I didn’t post yesterday because I was absolutely exhausted from travelling and people and not enough sleep, but all day I felt wrapped in a bubble of contentment, because I was home.

And my words this morning sum it up perfectly.

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What is ‘home’ for you? A place, a time, an experience? It’s different for all of us, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Be it ever so humble

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We got home late tonight after a weekend away, piling out of the car and not even unpacking with the intention of heading straight to bed .

I am so grateful to have spent the weekend with family and friends, but as we pulled into the driveway, my heart breathed a sigh of content knowing I was home. I knew a mess awaited me inside, that the next couple of days will be spent doing housework and washing and unpacking and everything that comes with the aftermath of travelling but right now, I don’t care.

I’m home, and my heart is full.

Keeping it simple

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I love photos. Whether it’s capturing a memory or just simply a piece of life, I love photos in all forms around me at home.

I especially love PicTapGo for beautiful, on-the-go editing – right now, I’m editing photos (and writing this post) on my phone, right where I’ve taken them, by the beach as the world passes by. Then I’ll go home and have one made into a canvas, the hardest decision to make being choosing just one.

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Love my home state, and this place is part of my childhood. I’ll take the pictures of my heart home and put them on the wall, so simple but so fulfilling.

Words to live by

if you want a golden rule that will fit everything , this is it: Have nothing in your house that you know not to be useful, or believe to be beautiful
– William Morris

We’ve left home for the long weekend here in South Australia, and I pondered these words as I was driving this afternoon.

I have much in my home that is neither of the above, and I’m tired of constantly having to manage allthethings. To quote The Nester, I’m most definitely a ‘stuff manager’, and it’s not a hat I wish to keep wearing. I’m working on that, but it’s a work in progress (aren’t we all??)

Beautiful and useful. I love the thought of these requirements as being essential criteria for allowing anything into my home. So simple, and yet so open to interpretation. But certainly food for thought.

What about you? What is your ‘yardstick’ or criteria for what makes it into your home?

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The little things

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Our poor bathroom is routinely neglected of any TLC, always being used in a very utilitarian manner. The renos are still not quite finished, and it can be a bit of a dumping ground for tools and such.

A bit of lavender and a glass vase brought in a bit of pretty. And the best part? The flowers don’t need water and can dry as they are.

Yep, I’m all about what I can achieve with minimal effort. Especially if it means getting things done.

And it’s already making me smile.

What makes you smile in your home, big or small?

31 Days

It’s October again – just like clockwork.  And that means it’s time for joining The Nester’s 31 Days writing challenge.  Writing for 31 days, with or without a topic, and being part of a community of writers sharing their lives and hearts every day through October.

I’m writing about my home this year.  I actually started this earlier in the year, and it’s still something dwelling deep in my heart, this desire to purposefully love where I live, every day.  So, I am.

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Ever since I first moved out of home when I was 17, I’ve longed to make my home my haven, my nest, the place where I feel, well, home.  I’ve had visions dancing of decor and renovating and the perfect kitchen and open plan living.  I’ve dreamed and planned and cut out pictures and spent hours reading home decorating magazines and browsing blogs and design sites.  Lots of thinking and not much doing.

21 years on from that first place of mine that wasn’t with my parents, I still feel like I’m in a holding pattern, waiting to start making my home.  I’ve been in my house for 5+ years and when I fist bought it, I thought I knew just how things were going to go.  I had been renting for 5 1/2 years after my husband and I separated and I was so happy to call this place mine.  I started planning, kept dreaming and wishing and over the last 5 years I have painted, pulled up carpets and sanded floorboards, planted a garden with fruit trees, pulled out a fireplace and filled in the hole and renovated a bathroom – all DIY.

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But I still feel like I’m waiting.

Not waiting to feel like I’m home, because I felt that the first night we moved in.

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Waiting to start, to really be living in this space.

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Waiting to be ready to decorate, to design, to make our space truly ours, a place that reflects us and who we are.

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I’ve collected artwork and frames and pretty things and furniture to make-over and paint samples and a thousand ideas of how I want to bring our home to life.

And I’m still waiting.

I’m still hovering in a holding pattern.

Exactly why, I don’t really know.  A large dose of fear, of I-want-to-be-ready-before-I-start, wanting to do it all at once, lack of confidence in my self, in knowing my style.

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Not knowing where to start.

Not having enough money.

Not having enough time.

Not having enough faith in my self.

I don’t want a perfect house.  That’s not who we are.  We live life out loud, with cats and dogs and chooks and mess and love and dust and dirt trekked in from the garden.  But that’s where the beauty of our life can be seen, and that’s what I want to capture in our home.

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So I’m going to stop waiting for the perfect time – because there isn’t one – and just start truly appreciating and loving where we are, right here, right now.

The funny thing is, after 5+ years of living here, we’ll likely be moving out in the next 6-12 months as our family changes.  I’ve had things packed away (rather than having to manage allthestuff) and haven’t done much in the way of prettying things up as I truly want to.

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But we’re still here.  We’re still living life within these walls and I want to fully love where I’m living at any point in time.

For now, that means fully settling in to where we are today and leaning into what’s around us, even if we won’t be here tomorrow.

31 days of loving where I live.  Some DIY, some inspiration, some questions and a whole lot of love.

Right where we are.

How about you?  What does it mean to you to love where you live?

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Day 2 – The little things