I recently cleaned out the bottom drawer of my nightstand, and found an old manila folder titled “Decorating.” I made this folder before the days of “Pinterest,” when I would cut out pictures of beautifully decorated homes from my Country Sampler magazines. I had high hopes to recreate some of the vignettes and do-it-yourself ideas that I had found. Several more years and children later, I have to laugh at my lofty decorating dreams. Sure, there have been several fun DIY projects completed, mostly furniture refinishes, but for the most part I’ve had the same “decorations” in my home for some time.
I once read a blog post by a woman who stated that she always placed candles on her supper table to set the mood for dinner for her family. The point of her post was to encourage wives and mothers to add a little beauty to their homes for the sake of their families’ enjoyment. “What a lovely sentiment, I thought!” I love beauty, and I love art. I’d love to incorporate that in my home. But there was a problem.
The problem is me. I’m a perfectionist. So while I love candles, and decor, and DIY projects, it came to a point when I said to myself, “what’s the point?” It doesn’t take long for my house to look like a hurricane destroyed it. I stopped caring about adding beautiful details to a home when I can barely keep the dust bunnies from multiplying and the fingerprints off the walls.
Finding that old decorating folder gave me the push to keep trying. Not that my home will ever look like the the ones in that magazine, but my husband and children do notice when I make an effort to add beauty to our home. I don’t have money for fancy decorations, but I can open up my dining room hutch drawer and pull out some candles. Maybe I’ll decide to use them a little more often. (I’ve been “saving” them….for what?) I have this theory….that if I light the candle….perhaps they won’t notice the crumbs under the table. Maybe, just maybe….I won’t, either!