BMoxie Contributors At Home. Making a House a Home.
One of your friends has moved. Because buying a house or renting an apartment is the most stressful thing in the world aside from giving birth, she is very relieved and in the mood to celebrate. And so, she’s throwing a housewarming party. [ . . . ]
The jars came first. Instead of sending my growing collection of empty glass receptacles to their usual fate at the bottom of the recycle bin, I did something unexpected -- something wild. I peeled off their labels and plopped them in the dishwasher. I wanted to see just what would happen if I gave these jars another chance. Full disclosure: I was motivated not only by the thought of transforming trash into something new, something useful, even something cool, but also by the fact that jars were clogging up my kitchen. You see, we’re a jar-centric family, tearing through what I’m starting to believe is an abnormal amount of pickles, mustard (the spicy French and yellow varieties), sauces of both apple and tomato, and jams and jellies. [ . . . ]
An above ground pool seemed like the best choice for my wallet, but then I began to think of the stigma/image/everything else that goes with one in your yard. All I can think about is the one my less than refined neighbors have that takes up their entire yard, the ones collecting rain water and leaves, and the ones that are empty with one side collapsed and lying on the ground. These are clearly not what I want people to see in my yard. So, I got to thinking of some ways that I can make my children's dreams/current desires come true without ruining my yard or savings account. [ . . . ]
For a designer, used to planning, foresight, and contemplating every move and selection prior to making a decision or a home purchase, having children has allowed me to make friends (again) with spontaneity, think quicker on my feet, and welcome the Death of Perfection. Just die already, Perfection! Because you and I and the cats all know that: [ . . . ]
I mean -- ya know, I have two darling little prodigies myself, and maybe I haven't been focusing enough of my attention, here, on them. And why shouldn't I -- "Because it has been done?" No -- I was gonna do it and it fits. How could they not take on (through osmosis) some interest in, well . . . houses. Mom a real estate agent, and dad a working-around-most-weekends, semi-professional *ahem* handyblogger. And Ayeah! *grin* [ . . . ]