I reveal to you today …

I got myself some monkey fabric! I almost wasn’t going to share this little happy moment in my day yesterday, because I generally have a policy of not asking friends what they think of my new things. I show, but more in a matter of fact way, like:

Hey, friend, oh, yes, I bought some new fabric, [head turns away from fabric to indicate change of subject] would you like some coffee?” sort of way.

That way if they like it, great! If not, they aren’t left standing there with their eyes bulging and jaw slowly falling to the floor. The topic is over — I like my monkey fabric and of course, I really do hope you like it too. But if you don’t, that is because you don’t understand my style or how it will work with my stuff. Or you might say you like it, but inside you are making a mental note-to-self: do not hire this woman to decorate for me. And that is O.K. That is how I handle these things. And, I am sticking to it. I think we should all feel safe in our own decorating styles and not let others steal our joy.

However, with that said, I also believe in being authentic. Authenticity requires a certain amount of self-disclosure. And because I have had so many visitors lately, I want to welcome you into my home as friends. Hello! Welcome! I am so glad you are here! And as my new friends, I reveal to you today, my monkey fabric. Now, would you like some cream with your coffee?

I reveal to you today ...

OK, now stop laughing! I happen to think it is very cute. And I don’t mean cute in just a kid’s bedroom sort of way, although it would look absolutely adorable in a child’s room. I like it in that sort of whimsical way. I have a fairly formal old world English Tudor style house in its inside architecture, but I love to mix things up in a British Colonial way with things from all over the world. We have English cottage stuff and more formal antiques, French things, treasures from islands, things from Thailand and neat stuff from all sorts of interesting places. And with all of that I like a little whimsy and unexpected fun to keep it youthful and light-hearted.

I am thinking of using this fabric in a bathroom. Just for fun, like I said. It isn’t chic, but it is fun.

OK, now that we have that out of the way, I am getting ready to head out for a fun day with my girls. We are going to the Street of Dreams. If you are not from Portland and do not know what this is, you can guess by its name. It is a place you go to feel a bit depressed when you come home. We are really looking forward to it! I usually only like one or two of the houses, but it is fun to just hang out with the girls and ooo and ahhh over all the outdoor kitchens and spas.

Have a great day!

What I Love: Puttering

After 21 years together, my husband and I have finally realized something — we enjoy puttering. I used to think that we were obsessive about cleaning, disorganized or challenged in time-management since we were often late for things. Clearly, I thought, something was wrong with us! Why didn’t we always get to the bigger, more important jobs like cleaning out the garage? Why did it seem everyone else got so much more done than we did? Why were we late for functions when we were all dressed and ready in plenty of time? Lately it has become more clear. We are putterers (is that a word?). That explains everything.

Often our day starts off with a list of things in our minds that we must do and get to. We acknowledge it will be “a busy one” and we start off eating some cereal or toast, make a latte, and before we know it…we’re puttering.

What I Love: Puttering

He is off polishing the coffee maker until it shines. I am scrubbing a cabinet free from its sticky fingerprints. He has then moved over to clear some breakfast dishes, and I have found myself piling lemons into a bowl on the counter. He stops to draw a map of the city freeways for our middle daughter to follow as she learns to drive. I am helping my youngest put toys on his shelf as he tells me little known facts about sharks. Then I am back in our room clearing a cobweb from the wall before I must get in the shower, when I notice the top of our armoire is coated in dust. I call out for some assistance. He was polishing our kitchen faucet, but he arrives in a flash with a step stool and a rag. A smile comes over both of our faces. We spent our morning puttering again.

Such is life in our home.

The definition of puttering is apparently to waste time in an aimless or ineffective manner. I used to believe that. While others were whizzing through planned projects at lightening speed, checking off their to do list in triumph, and always arriving places on time, we were finding delight in a polished faucet, piles of lemons, facts about sharks and other fine things.