Usually, when I do a Throwback Thursday or Then & Now post, I replace the photos and/or graphics but the flower photo I chose for the bottom of this post when it originally ran in 2018 still makes me smile. If I'm lucky, it might even nudge me into action.
Then:
When you've lived in a house for practically a quarter of a century, things get tired. And, at my house, one of those things is me.
When we first bought the house, we excitedly poured ourselves into painting, updating, upgrading and all the things you have the energy to do when you're twenty-something (okay, thirty-something) and childless. Every summer, I'd take on a project, using the time between school years to take something in my house to the next level. By the time our daughter was born, we'd put our stamp on nearly every room in the house.After our daughter was born, I had a little person to pour my energies into and just keeping the house in halfway decent shape was an accomplishment. Still, when she was little, I tackled house projects while she napped but, after a while, it became easy to coast, when it came to household projects.
Now, our empty nest looks a little bedraggled in places. I try to get excited to paint rooms and tear off wallpaper borders, but I'd rather write. Or sleep. Having become accustomed to looking past the little flaws (and the larger ones), I'm half afraid to look at this house from anything resembling an objective perspective because I'm afraid the to-do list would do me in. If it's an organizing project, I'm all in, but my enthusiasm for scraping, painting and big projects has waned.
From time to time, though, an organizing project meanders into decorating territory and I get that spark of enthusiasm home improvement projects used to give me. Last week, I ordered two bins from Target to house my daughter's paperwork for various things, which were reaching the point of needing file space of their own. As is the case so often in our little house, bringing in something new meant reconfiguring something old.
As is often not the case, however, this time I'd planned for it. Within half an hour, I'd brought order to the paperwork, relocated some items to the less-than-prime storage that was appropriate, yet overdue, tidied the space and made it look nicer.
For the rest of the night, every time I walked into the room, I smiled.
It took a few days, but it got me thinking. What if I set a really small goal -- one I could actually achieve with the time and energy I have available? I mean, isn't that how goal-setting is supposed to work?
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I'm sure it's the new bins speaking and my optimism will get squashed by real life some weeks (no sense in making the bathroom look pretty if there are no clean towels), but it's worth a shot. My house deserves it, and so do I.
After all, we've been together for a quarter of a century.
Now:
In the year and a half since my daughter graduated from college (and moved back home, due to a global pandemic), we've kicked off several home improvement projects. Most are functional (a new roof), small (a side table for the family room), or a combination of the two (new lighting in the family room). One, however is quite large (adding on a sunroom) and rather exciting, and its price tag has put a few other wish-list items on the back burner.
Seeing the house through my daughter's eyes adds things to the list, too, as does upgrading a childhood bedroom into a space more suited to a young adult. But the power of small touches still makes a big difference, something that the single flower in the small vase in the picture above reminds me. And, the thing about small touches is that they don't have to be expensive so that, no matter where we are in our home improvement journey, they can give us the maximum possible bang for our buck.
It's easy to walk through our homes without paying close attention to our surroundings. In fact, that capability can be a survival skill when it comes to ignoring clutter until we have time to tackle it. But one small beautiful thing can catch our eye and make us smile.
Definitely worth the effort.
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