I also found a pretty vase. It had this cracked look detail which you can't tell from the picture but it was pretty. More stuff, I know.
While I was rummaging around in the spare bedroom I found some very picture frames that I'm tired of letting go unused. I haven't really decorated our home with pictures much. I've always wanted to. I hung them on the wall in the staircase. You know all those magazines with beautiful collage-art kind of picture frames?
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Magazine :) |
Not so magazine- my wall :) |
I still have some work to do... As you can see, my wall looks bare and not-so-beautiful next to that magazine wall! But who's comparing? Me. That's who. Too much stuff causes me to compare. Isn't that what it does to us?! More just begs for more. Bigger house? Mores stuff. Got more stuff? Now I need more beautiful stuff. More beautiful stuff? Now I need designer stuff. NO MORE STUFF!!!!
I didn't need that basket or that vase. I had the picture frames but when I bought them the day after Thanksgiving (sale!!!) I didn't need them either. But us women are drawn to beautiful things. There's nothing wrong with that. God created us to see beauty. To desire beauty. To make things beautiful. But we don't always need more stuff to do that, do we?
"When you come home, can you move____?" or, "I think we should move around things in this room, but I need your muscles!" (can I just say that is pathetic manipulation!) or sometimes, "How would you feel if I sold___ and then bought____?"
It almost always has to do with furniture. I am addicted to playing around with spaces in our home. It takes me a while to get a feel for a room. To understand how we will use it. To know what exactly we will do with it. To know what feels right and comfortable. And since David's travelling so much, it takes us a while to figure all that out. Hence the constant re-arranging. And buying more stuff (me, not David).
This time, I decided to do the moving myself since I know how annoying I can be when I ask David to move a large piece of furniture the moment he walks through the front door after being on a plane and driving the 45 minutes home from the airport. The word "unwind" hasn't really hit my vocabulary yet as a Field Traveler's Wife. I figure unwinding is what he does on the plane. Um, I still have a few things to learn.
Anyway, I moved a desk behind the couch and put up a couple of lamps and a vase of dried hydrangeas from last spring. Not too bad. The picture frame isn't centered, though. I'll get around to re-centering it when David's home :). But remember IDHTBPTBB.
The moral of this post is that we don't need more stuff to make our homes more beautiful. Sometimes I do need something; most of the time it's just something I want because it was on sale and I think it's pretty.
My friend Krista only buys something if there's a specific place for it in her home and a purpose for its being there. No place? No purpose? She won't buy it! Even if it's pretty. And cheap. And beautiful.
Loosen the grip on stuff. Make room for who is in the space and how they will enjoy it.
How will you quiet your space and make it beautiful without buying more stuff?