Now that the holidays are over, it's truly time for me to put the decorations away. I usually wait until right after epiphany to do that, but this year it has been delayed. Mostly because of the weather. Now, you may think that being cooped up inside the house would be the perfect opportunity to take down the decorations, but it's really not for me. Why? All of my containers are out in the garage, and I didn't feel like stomping through the ice and snow to get to the garage to bring the containers inside. Lazy, I know, but there you have it.
Anyway, as I prepare to take down Christmas this week, I am thinking about restocking the house with my antiques and collectibles. I know that I have too many of them, but I love them, and I love having them in my home. On a side note, this will be a good opportunity for me to cull my collections and find loving homes for things I no longer need or use. But besides that, I have been thinking a lot about where to put things. In many ways, I want my things to have a home. Not as in be in my home, but to have a place inside my house where they belong.
I think a lot about the houses of my past: the home I grew up in, Grandmother's house, Aunt Billie's house, Aunt Sara's house, and I can tell you where things belonged in that house. Most of what they had belonged in specific places in their homes. In some ways, that is the comfort of those houses. You went into them and you knew where things were. I remember one time going to Billie's house and not seeing her cobalt beverage set in her curio cabinet, where it had always been. When I asked her about it, she said she'd decided to take it out and wash it because it had been a long time. Then she offered it to me. Of course, I said yes and now it sits in my dining room in the same curio cabinet I later inherited.
But I can remember and tell you things about how the houses were decorated that, while they are of no consequence to others, bring back comforting memories for me. Like I know that Aunt Sara's chocolate set sat on the chest of drawers in her living room. Grandmother kept her mother's potato salad bowl in a pine cabinet in the breakfast room. Mom kept her printer's tray display hanging on the wall in the kitchen by the back door. All of these things had specific homes with homes. That's what I want. As fun as it is to move things around, I like the routine of putting my antiques in their place.
So that is what I'm going to work on when I put my house back in order. I want to create a nostalgic home that people want to come and spend time in. I love it when people look around and ask questions. It's the little things that make my life happy right now.
That is all.