I love your serendipity decorating. I too am without the skill of decor. I know what I like, but am to indecisive to pull anything off. I am stricken with fear of color also. I love color, but can't bring my self to put it on the wall. To many what ifs... LOLhave a wonderful weekPaula
And then there's me. No decorating at all, no indecisiveness, no imagination, no fear of color, no creativity. Just plain as plain can be. Someday though....The pictures are beautiful. Truly, they remind me of my grandmothers house. The dishes especially.
Love the wee white pumpkins with your blue and white dishes!And the corn husk dolls, how sweet to have something of Yoli and Sophia's girlhood.
Thank you for the simple touches lent to a home. Simple but elegant, I especially like the pumpkins in the brick oven.The beautiful red door with the pumpkin on the stoop, too cute...
I do not know but it seems to me the lady of the house has a flair for decorating. Clarice
Dear Ladies,The Lady of the house wishes to thank you for sharing both your foibles and encouragement for decorating. She sees she isn't the only one who is hesitant with color. She believes that many a homemaker has a seed for decorating that sleeps soundly. A splash of paint will awaken it. Here is a tip the Lady of house wishes to share (and she has very few on the subject). To live with a color, first paint a large board and keep it around the house moving its display from place to place to see how you can live with it - try several large boards of several colors. This is how the Lady of the house timidly makes her color decisions. The Man of the house takes patience.
The cornhusk dolls, "bits" of your girls, there still in your home each day; a Treasure. It made me wonder what treasures I would put about my home one day when my still young boys aren't here. The thought brings tears, thinking of the harshness in my tone today. Would I really care very much to pull out math tests and grammar pages? Yes, they are a part of school, but it's really when they are creating that children are happiest, most engaged. I had to really search my heart to answer my own question: Why are we creating so little yet doing so much? Praise God, I do not have to hurry them out the door in the morning. Tomorrow will be different. We will take time to create something. I want "bits" of my boys' lives and the memories that go with them. Perhaps they won't be cornhusk dolls, but treasures nonetheless. Thank you, Karen, for always gently bringing us back to the real things that matter. Your example speaks volumes into my life. Please keep on writing and sharing.