i could purchase us some plastic dishes -- that would be practical and prudent. we've used plastic for short seasons with small children. but i am always eager to bag it up and cart it off to goodwill. call me crazy, but i love the feel of real dishes. pottery. ceramic. even chipped china seems better than perfect plastic. am i alone in this strange need for the real deal? maybe. my mother was here from ohio just this past week. my mother and her china teapot. yes, that's right, she travels with her own china teapot. her tea "tastes better that way," she tells me. seriously, i kind of teased her about it this week, but i suppose i might very well someday travel with a china teapot of my own!
as i have been thinking about readying our house for the real estate market, i can't help but start making this little mental inventory of our stuff. our walls and floors and things. i am noticing irregularities which i hadn't bothered with before. we have a lot of chipped corners, smudgy fingerprints and dented floors. a couple of nights ago, i dropped an earring near our family room couch and while i was down on all fours hunting for it, i came eyeball to eyeball with the hardwood floor underneath the end table. dents everywhere. little nicks and black marks all over the place. how many times had that table and lamp come crashing down on this particular place? countless. the battle wounds and scars clearly tell the story of reckless boys running or wrestling. the lamp on the table has a nice chunk out of it as well. "and this is our life," i thought to myself with found earring in hand. these little cracks and dents are the words of our story. part of me wondered how would i fix them and part of me wondered how will i leave them.
i could go on and on. room by room. the list of flaws would be a mile long...(perhaps i should hope any potential buyers are not reading this post). oh well, if that is the case, what i will tell you is you are getting a home which has been well used, but well loved. as much as i enjoy the special touches of decorating and design, i have never attempted to create a museum, but a haven. never a showroom, but a sanctuary. i have always wanted my house to be a place in which my children and husband might find a sliver of peace. a safe place to return. a warm place to enter. a wonderful place to belong. dirty woodwork and smudged windows perhaps, but love, the truest stain of our family.
yes, i could go on and on, but you know exactly what i'm talking about. chances are, you have chipped dishes and broken things in your home too. that is part of life. heck, if you really think about it, some of us are kind of broken and chipped ourselves. i know this past year has brought its share of scars and marks on the mcnatts. when you desire to be the real deal, that happens. nothing stays perfect and pristine when well used. but do we want to stay up on protected shelves, high and out of reach? i don't think so.
cracked and broken and bent and scuffed...but loved. our cereal bowls and saucers... our floors and doors and walls and woodwork...all of it touched by love. all of us, not absolutely perfect, but loved absolutely.
|the old white pitcher on the constantly toppled end table has been glued |
back together countless times - a piece of the handle now officially missing.
"do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal... for where your treasure is, there also will be your heart."
~ matthew 6:19 & 21
~ matthew 6:19 & 21
|my favorite bowls ever ~ an anthropologie find.|
|wendy's new cereal bowls.|