Whoosh! Wow...January 12th is here already! I know, they say that when you get older time does that...hey! I heard that you younger blogger whipper snappers!
Thank goodness we do have the Christmas decorations down and stored away...okay, "stored away" is a relative term as Bill is re-arranging the storage room so those boxes, as well as lots of other goodies, are stacked in various locations in the basement. It is the old annual, "A new year is upon us so let's get our tushies in gear and be organized" festival! Cue the confetti! Whoo Hoo! The closets are almost done (I still have mine to go) and the drawers and cabinets were completed this weekend. Whew. We do this twice a year so it never gets TOO unmanageable. As a military family we moved so often that we never really accumulated too much *fluff*. After settling down, we seem to gather lots of *fluff* and *bits* that do need a good clean up now and then. They must cling to our shoes and come in the door with us like fleas...hmm...
Of course I LOVE a bit of clutter. Really! No, not the sort of *clutter* that makes organizational gurus turn purple and rotate their heads at 65 MPH. No, no...I clean up the papers and *stuff* that tend to creep into our lives every day. It is my *controlled clutter* that I adore. Let us just say that I will never be accused of being a Minimalist. Nope. I LIKE my stuff. I do a weed out every year, sometimes twice a year, and I am much more judicious about what I bring into the house now. But heck. I LIKE *stuff*. I LIKE collections and whimsy and the sweet mementos of a life
lived. I plan on photographing more of the house soon...a bit here and a bit there...to share with you all. I am always open to reviews and sniggles and ideas. I may or may not DO anything but I LOVE hearing what all of you (who I adore and in whom I find so much inspiration) say.
How I wish I had the money to do so many things to our cottage...we plan on doing a few things this year, but have to do such things slowly. After living here almost 7 years, it is time don't you think?
I also find myself wishing I was more elegant and
could design a home that had class and showcased true style. Unfortunately, that is just not me.
Sad really...I am just drawn to the silly, the unexpected, the "let's add another plate to that wall and the 25th pillow to the couch" clubs. I am a charter member in both. *sigh* My home is no more elegant than *I* am and believe me, *I* am as far left of elegant as any living woman could be. Dorkusfeminitis, that's me. Uh huh. Look it up. You will see a picture of me right next to the word in Webster's Big Book of Words.
So in 2009 I plan to embrace my inner dorkness and stop apologizing for it. I will no longer apologize for NOT having granite counters and terra cotta tile floors. We do not have a whirlpool tub (Gasp! Horrors!) and yet, somehow, some way, I do continue to live. Shocking huh? You see, I have been watching too much HGTV. Yes, the channel that once was a real delight in my life has begun to annoy me. Save for Candace Olsen, who I adore, the shows and hosts just plain annoy me. Gosh but I have gotten crotchety in my old age huh?
Gone are the shows (and hosts) that gave me wonderful, doable in my price range, ideas. I am not trying to sell our little place so am not interested in 287 different shows on how to DO that. Nor do I think I can stomach one more 20 something who, while buying their first home, announces that they refuse to live in anything that does not have, Pick Two or Five: Granite counters, hardwood floors, a Jacuzzi, Stainless Steel Everything, Diamond Encrusted toilets, Vaulted ceilings, Built In Robots Who Clean and Do Windows, 3 car garages, 4,200 + square feet, a built in pool, finished basements with wet bars and gymnasiums, On Site Gourmet Chefs...okay. So I am being a tad bit silly but you get my point. I am 52 and *I* do not have my Dream Home. And the shocker is, I have actually survived that. One CAN live without granite counters and Jacuzzis. Both are awfully nice if one can afford them without going into major debt but sheesh. When we were
2o somethings, we lived in apartments! We started out in tiny homes...I know, I know...how did we come out of that alive?
If I came down from outer space and spent the evening watching HGTV I would fly home to
Planet OpsieDopsie thinking that A. Everyone in the US is trying to sell their home. B. Granite =
some sort of life sustaining force. C. Personality + packed homes = death, despair, disgrace.
Am I being too weird? Ssh...don't tell me yet. After all, I have no granite and might lose control at any time. Break it to me gently okay? I really have complete respect for anyone who worked hard for their homes, no matter the size, and are grateful for the ability to do with them what they wish...but please.
Forgive me. I have just watched House Hunters and gazed in disbelief as two 20 something young men, college students no less, bought a home bigger than anything I have ever lived in. Mommy and Daddy were chipping in most of the bucks so, after the deal was done, in went the new granite and tile and wood and paint and furniture and...STOP! Please! I can not take it anymore! I truly am from another time and another place. One where you worked your way up the property ladder, bought a home based on what you could truly afford (Not what the bank was willing to give you) and not whether the walls were painted a color that did not make you gag. (Usually a color one of MY walls is painted thank you very much) Come on people! Buy a can of paint and a brush! You are young! It ain't that hard!
I am getting old. Yes, dear friends. It is true. I remember a time when we could look for a house and enjoy that they were personalized...we could see that a loving family lived there, that this home had a beating heart. That made us love it even more. Now everything must be stripped down to utter banality to sell. Have people gotten more lazy? Spoiled? Gosh but I AM old...
Our dear blog friends Janet and Cassie are in Realty and they probably know this all too well. It may be a fact of life in this era but I do not have to like it. Phooey. Uh huh. I am getting old...nope. I AM old. I sorely miss Kitty Bartholomew on HGTV. I miss Designing For The Sexes with Michael Payne, Mary Emmerling, Joan Steffend and HER Decorating Cents, Country Style...oops. How silly of me! I recently saw where most HGTV viewers who voted placed anything *country* in the *out* box.
One quick run through of the HGTV boards is telling..."I am SO glad that Shabby Chic &*%$ is on death watch.", "Anything labeled as whimsical is also a piece of useless crap.", "Country is so dead it has rigor mortis." and my personal favorite, "HGTV used to appeal to *&%$ old people like my Mother. Thank God they got over that!." Hmpf.
Well, I guess people like me, folks who love Cottage Country, American Country, French Country and English Country are dinosaurs of sorts. Yup, that's me. Outdated, antiquated, obsolete, outmoded, old fashioned, too long in the tooth to be of any real use...Dorkusfeminitis.
And I will continue to embrace my inner Dorkusfeminitis, I will adore it, I will love it. Now I think I will go and distress something, add another plate to the wall, another rooster to my kitchen, make a cup of cocoa and pop in a DVD. Hmm...How about The Holiday? Then I can settle back and watch Iris' splendid English cozy country cottage and dream...as only a true Dork can do.
Thank you for letting me ramble and fuss...and let me wish each of you a sweet week, a warm and safe week, a week where you know in your heart that to qualify as a "Dream" house, your home only needs one thing...love. Love of family, love of friends, pets, ones own self. Where love and peace of heart reside, that is truly a dream home. Now let's see HGTV showcase that!
Love and Hugs,