Never in Vogue

Another weekend of painting, carpet shopping and selling items on the net.  I realize why this is so difficult for me.  There are people who love to change things up, follow the latest home decor motif or need to have the newest color making its way to all home accessories.  My daughter is such a person.  When she was old enough, she changed the look of her room at least five times, much to my chagrin.  New color paint, bedspread, pillow and pictures.  It drove me nuts and put a dent in my pocketbook.

Me on the other hand, if I like it, it stays static unless it breaks or gets worn out.  The way I designed my house brought me joy each and every time I walked into a room.  As items leave my home to go to another, a little piece of me goes with it.  My husband keeps telling me how much fun it will be to start again when we settle down on our Golden pond abode.  Not my idea of fun.  If I had my way, I would get the biggest storage unit and move it all in there.  When we finished traveling in the RV and found our last home, that’s when I would sell items if the house was too small.

Is there one room in the house loved more than any other?  Which one is your favorite?  For me, it is my dining room.  It took me 10 years to find just the right set and one big enough to host holidays and family dinners.  Each meal served was with love and intended for each person sitting in those chairs to feel special.  This is non-negotiable item.  It comes with me regardless.  I get no argument from hubby as he knows how I feel about my dining set.   I hope someday, one of my kids will want to have it and continue the tradition of good food, loud laughter and the happiness of being around family.

Isn’t that what it’s all about.