A few months ago, I was clueless about blogs. I knew they existed - and I knew lots of people did them. I guess I thought they were a venue to express thoughts, insights and lofty ideas. I suppose I'm not that lofty. I just went about my daily business without a clue about blogs.
Then, one day in spring 2011, my daughter, who had recently decided to move from a furnished apartment into an unfurnished house, sent me a few links. She'd found a number of blogs that had examples of the "look" she wanted to achieve in her future house.
I loved seeing photos of lovely rooms, how-to tutorials, and photos of items that had once been in sad condition, but were transformed into objects of beauty! I was delighted, and I was also hooked.
I began to visit links listed on my favorite blogs. I found comfort in the knowledge that there were plenty of other women like me out there! I loved knowing there were homes full of lovely objects and furnishings that exuded creativity, respected history and embraced the patina of age.
I live in a home like that. I am surrounded by unusual things with questionable pedigrees. A great uncle once told me (and he meant it as a compliment!) "You have a very unique home. You could sell tickets!" Lovely rooms with everything new and matching are nice, but they do not excite my sensibilities in the same way a quirky piece of furniture or a found-object with a rusty patina does.
And I would be slacking if I didn't mention the faith component. I LOVE to see tangible metaphors of how He picks us up out of our messy places, spends time and elbow grease fixing us up and turns us into shiny, valuable treasures. We are repurposed. We have value to the creator and to others.
My hope is that this blog will be a source of practical information, creative inspiration, beauty and comfort to others. I am beginning today without knowing where this first step will lead, but I know it will be enjoyable. I trust in the one who is shining a light on the path in front of me.
Word of the Day:
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.