As I've mentioned before, upon starting out on this whole adventure, this entire Happy Home Project is about more than just what is aesthetically pleasing; it's about much more than what meets the eye.
Sure, it's apparent, we all want our homes to reflect our personal styles and family behaviors. We like to have things comfy and cozy for nights of snuggling and watching movies and we want our rooms to shine with happiness as our souls do upon entering such said rooms on bright mornings filled with chatter and laughter. We like to update where we can, downgrade where we like, sweep and scrub, polish and primp, and fluff our stuff to the fullest right? (((winking))) RIGHT!
However, when your spirits are feeling low and like they're barely hanging on; like the cobwebs hanging in the corner of the unreachable corner of the tall vaulted ceiling; it's irrelevant the glow that reflects on the walls when the sun shines through. It's difficult enough to climb out of the bed in the morning, let alone make it when you finally do peel yourself from the sheets.
I'm in that slump. As much as I want to make this Home Happy, I realize it's not about how much effort I put forth; it's about the rest of the family that make up this Happy Home. If I haven't the help of all parties, the appreciation and acceptance from everyone involved in this Happy Home; it's not much a Happy Home no matter what color I paint it or how many throw pillows I throw upon the sofa to cuddle and relax. The candles go unlit, the dusting and vacuuming of the floors goes longer between takes, the pillows are not so fluffed (like my confidence), and the response has been the same.
It's not the Happy Home when the smiles and laughter are replaced with shattered dreams and endless hopes. It's not the Happy Home I had constituted. It's not the utopia I had placed highly on my most valued (dusted) shelf and let shine in the light and glory of each new day. It's nothing like I had hoped, nothing like I had imagined, and worse than it's ever been and worse than all, there's no sense in opening the drapes in the morning, sunlight isn't seeming to shine here.
I quite possibly should have started on the basement, fixing it up here and there, scattering some throw rugs over the cold concrete floor and plugging in a fluorescent lamp with a snake neck for altering the mood in the corner of the room and placed myself down there (in peace). That way the sun would only be possible to shine through one small corner window that is covered by clothing racks. That way I could step foot on the floor and relate the coldness to that of the heart of others. That way I wouldn't be able to nail pictures into the wall to surround myself with smiling faces, only scotch tape them to the cinder blocks to showcase the jail cell I currently reside in. It makes complete sense to me and although that might be fine for others to live with; this Happy Home(Maker) might need to find some new digs to fill with happiness.
It's nothing that is set in stone, nor can be done overnight; but the thought is burning bright like the vintage lamp that currently resides in the upstairs family room (where no family resides). We currently spend our days in our separate spaces of the house, no talking over the dinner table because "dinner is meant to be quiet"???, and no doing homework at the dining table because it was supposed to be fixed when we moved in and later broke apart again and crashed all the dishes to the floor, breaking everything in its path; including the spirits of 4 small children who were shaken with fright and startled with surprise.
That table has 4 legs, one leg is off balance and just rests there and lets the other 3 legs do the work. If someone (or something) taps the alignment of that leg within an inch, it'll all come crashing down. I wanted to glue it. Why not?! They make glue stronger then the wood itself. It would signify the solidarity of the table, add some oomph and strength and live to host another dinner. However, that was a "silly idea"-to put it kindly. "It will get fixed." Yet another thing being spoken and then left floating about in the air like the dust filling the room since the furnace filter has yet to be replaced. (It's been purchased already ((thank you))). <<<>>>
That table is a trademark to the family that resides in this Happy Home. It takes all of us to stand it up, working together to support the strength of the table top that is this family unit. One person falls down, gets out of whack, off course a bit and the entire top comes crumbling down with everything that was piled upon it. However, the other 3 legs stand strong. They're attached, they're firm and they do their job to the fullest. They stand tall, they stand proud, they support.
Looks as though I might have to listen to myself and glue that damn leg ...OR get a new table altogether.
I haven't decided yet. Either way, that bum table leg has to get a complete overhaul or it'll find itself out on the curb Monday with the rest of the trash. It needs all your thoughts and prayers. Pray for the leg. It needs the assistance, the support, the strength and it has proved it's not possible to do it by itself.
Thanks for the support!
Until next time...enjoy your Happy Home; big, small, contemporary, or country. It is what you and your loved ones make it to be; try to keep it Happy :)
Sure, it's apparent, we all want our homes to reflect our personal styles and family behaviors. We like to have things comfy and cozy for nights of snuggling and watching movies and we want our rooms to shine with happiness as our souls do upon entering such said rooms on bright mornings filled with chatter and laughter. We like to update where we can, downgrade where we like, sweep and scrub, polish and primp, and fluff our stuff to the fullest right? (((winking))) RIGHT!
However, when your spirits are feeling low and like they're barely hanging on; like the cobwebs hanging in the corner of the unreachable corner of the tall vaulted ceiling; it's irrelevant the glow that reflects on the walls when the sun shines through. It's difficult enough to climb out of the bed in the morning, let alone make it when you finally do peel yourself from the sheets.
I'm in that slump. As much as I want to make this Home Happy, I realize it's not about how much effort I put forth; it's about the rest of the family that make up this Happy Home. If I haven't the help of all parties, the appreciation and acceptance from everyone involved in this Happy Home; it's not much a Happy Home no matter what color I paint it or how many throw pillows I throw upon the sofa to cuddle and relax. The candles go unlit, the dusting and vacuuming of the floors goes longer between takes, the pillows are not so fluffed (like my confidence), and the response has been the same.
It's not the Happy Home when the smiles and laughter are replaced with shattered dreams and endless hopes. It's not the Happy Home I had constituted. It's not the utopia I had placed highly on my most valued (dusted) shelf and let shine in the light and glory of each new day. It's nothing like I had hoped, nothing like I had imagined, and worse than it's ever been and worse than all, there's no sense in opening the drapes in the morning, sunlight isn't seeming to shine here.
I quite possibly should have started on the basement, fixing it up here and there, scattering some throw rugs over the cold concrete floor and plugging in a fluorescent lamp with a snake neck for altering the mood in the corner of the room and placed myself down there (in peace). That way the sun would only be possible to shine through one small corner window that is covered by clothing racks. That way I could step foot on the floor and relate the coldness to that of the heart of others. That way I wouldn't be able to nail pictures into the wall to surround myself with smiling faces, only scotch tape them to the cinder blocks to showcase the jail cell I currently reside in. It makes complete sense to me and although that might be fine for others to live with; this Happy Home(Maker) might need to find some new digs to fill with happiness.
It's nothing that is set in stone, nor can be done overnight; but the thought is burning bright like the vintage lamp that currently resides in the upstairs family room (where no family resides). We currently spend our days in our separate spaces of the house, no talking over the dinner table because "dinner is meant to be quiet"???, and no doing homework at the dining table because it was supposed to be fixed when we moved in and later broke apart again and crashed all the dishes to the floor, breaking everything in its path; including the spirits of 4 small children who were shaken with fright and startled with surprise.
That table has 4 legs, one leg is off balance and just rests there and lets the other 3 legs do the work. If someone (or something) taps the alignment of that leg within an inch, it'll all come crashing down. I wanted to glue it. Why not?! They make glue stronger then the wood itself. It would signify the solidarity of the table, add some oomph and strength and live to host another dinner. However, that was a "silly idea"-to put it kindly. "It will get fixed." Yet another thing being spoken and then left floating about in the air like the dust filling the room since the furnace filter has yet to be replaced. (It's been purchased already ((thank you))). <<<
That table is a trademark to the family that resides in this Happy Home. It takes all of us to stand it up, working together to support the strength of the table top that is this family unit. One person falls down, gets out of whack, off course a bit and the entire top comes crumbling down with everything that was piled upon it. However, the other 3 legs stand strong. They're attached, they're firm and they do their job to the fullest. They stand tall, they stand proud, they support.
Looks as though I might have to listen to myself and glue that damn leg ...OR get a new table altogether.
I haven't decided yet. Either way, that bum table leg has to get a complete overhaul or it'll find itself out on the curb Monday with the rest of the trash. It needs all your thoughts and prayers. Pray for the leg. It needs the assistance, the support, the strength and it has proved it's not possible to do it by itself.
Thanks for the support!
Until next time...enjoy your Happy Home; big, small, contemporary, or country. It is what you and your loved ones make it to be; try to keep it Happy :)
Love ya' sister! Even in dark places there can be light. You seem to find it in your children and writing. Home is where your heart is....as long as you have the "little" pieces of your heart you have a home. Even if It's a one room shack! Great to see you and always here if you need to talk, but you knew that. I will send my prayers, so that you may once again find your way to a happy home!
ReplyDeleteZobeda~ you are a very strong woman and this is the exact reason behind me wanting to host a party with like-minded woman such as yourself. It's empowering and so many things can me learned, loved, and enjoyed (in peace). We'll be in touch soon! I'll come visit very soon! Promise!
ReplyDelete:) LY