Thursday, October 11, 2012
Who lives here?
Yesterday I was opinionated about the fact that there should be no decorating rules. Here's just one suggestion (very different than a rule, OK?).
Ask yourself, who lives here?
The houses I most love to be in share one common trait: they are comfortable.
There are comfortable places to sit, a feeling of ease and belonging by those who live there. The people who live there are reflected in rooms and possessions. I love seeing personality and rooms that are lived in. To me, they are authentic.
For several days last week, our living room looked like this:
It was added to over time and all courtesy of the creative inner workings of my favorite nine-year-old. He had rummaged around and sifted deep in his Bionicle stores and one freakish creature after another emerged. He gave me a running commentary on their strengths and construction.
I've never been one of those you-can't-get-out-a-new-toy-until-you've-cleaned-up-what-you're-done-playing-with sort of mothers. I don't mind being surrounded by a certain degree of chaos because it doesn't look like colorful plastic mess to me, it looks like Mark has been here.
And I love that.
Here's what I don't love:
Mark's friends insist on pressing their hands and faces up to the little window by our front door after they ring our doorbell.
Some messes I don't mind.
Some I do. (Pardon me while I go get some Windex.)