When I was a child I was always surprised when I would visit the homes of my friend’s. Their houses were always so…interesting! There were colors and pictures hung on walls? Who did that? I grew up gazing at a blank pallet of white.
My mother was many things but creative in regards to making our home warm and welcoming was not one of them. There were no trendy accents, family photos or touches of any color other than …white. Don’t get me wrong, our hand made school projects or coloring book treasures made it to the door of the fridge. I would marvel at our Art hung with brightly colored magnets shaped like fruit and daydream of what my home would look like, when I was all grown up.
I believe we learn what we want to be and more importantly, what we don’t want to be from our parents and I was hell bent on making my first home something bright and beautiful! No more drab and dreary walls for this girl, no sir!
The day finally arrived and as I unpacked my boxes I realized that I was back to staring at blank white walls and then it hit me! I learned why my mother had been in a “Decorating Paralysis” for so many years! This was stressful and challenging! There were so MANY choices what did I know about decorating? What did I really want to do with my new humble home? What if I messed it up?
The Library, that was where all the answers lied (back then)! For those of you, like me, that are flirting with 50! (GASP) You know where I am coming from…we had no gift of Pinterest or limitless decorating web sites to daydream in. Off I went, in search of Style and the journey to find my individual decorating taste began in earnest.
It started with Rag Dolls, Tea Cups, Toll Painting, Checkered Linen and Cows….oh, so many cows! I had a herd in my kitchen alone! No judging! Remember…..I am flirting with 50, that was very “IN” then.
My friends and guests told me that I had a “Knack” and that was all the fuel my fire needed, I was hooked! Over the next 20 years I followed every fad that raised its less than attractive head. Always focusing on what was trending. Now, I didn’t say I was overly fond of most of these styles, they always felt like they belonged to someone else. But, they were “IN” so I pushed on!
Time is a patient and wonderful teacher. As I aged and truly became comfortable in my own skin, my own sense of style was born. Like a full rich rose things began to open and bloom within me. I saw colors and textures differently and realized that the many small things that combined in my life to make me who I am are the things that I wanted around me always. My home became a HUGE hug for my heart and friends and guests told me I had a “Knack”. No longer a cookie cutter version of what was trendy, just what my heart found to be beautiful and it was enough.
I am thrilled to share my passion, humor and decorating disasters with you! If you like Thrift Store hunts, saving old pieces from the landfill and breathing new life into forgotten Treasures then you should find this entertaining! I hope you will join me in my new Journey….Rusty Romance Creations. I am sure we will learn a lot from each other!