I’ve always been of the view that the cost of my possessions is not important, as long as they have a story.
In my previous apartment in Ontario, everything meant something, whether it was a wall sconce that I had bought for 2$ at Goodwill and repainted, the rag rug that I made for an art project and consequently provided a napping spot for my pet cat and rabbit, or the mattress set I bought as a treat for my back not aware that once assembled on my bed I would become the princess from the story of the pea. Running start required each bedtime!
Here in the UK, it hasn’t been as easy for me to draft my own story. In leaving Ontario I had to purge many of my possessions and start over here in London. When sharing a flat it typically comes furnished, and while that is very helpful I do miss having my very own space. That’s why it’s important that I appreciate the small things that. Ring light to my days.
In Canterbury a few weeks back we slipped into the ceramic shop -Canterbury Pottery- after attending the Evensong service. The potter has his own unique style and everything is decorated with similar use of glazes, but this mug with its pink and black exterior and aqua interior really stood out.
And then there were these lovely tulips that appeared on my dresser after arriving home from Edinburgh. No need for further description, right?
Succulents. Even the name for these plants is lovely. I can’t get enough and my trip to Ikea Saturday certainly proved it as I returned with three different varieties. I think they make lovely house plants as they are very hardy, comes in glorious shapes and sizes, and turn different colours depending on sun exposure. They are tiny works of art and are so easy to display- most of mine are situated in reused glass jars.
These are the small things that make the bigger things seem… Better. It’s trying to remind myself to focus on the scraggly weed growing in the rock walk that keeps me sane, grounds me, makes it all worthwhile.
What lightens your worries right now?
I think having my library of books and plants around grounds me. It makes our flat feel homey. I like the new template, this one if much more you..though it is giving me ideas.
I don’t mind sharing <3. Plants make everything better, I think
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We gave up so much in knick knacks and possessions when we moved here. I guess because my mum had moved into a small house so I no longer had a place to leave stuff. I have one box of high school memories, another of wedding memories, but other than books, DVDs and CDs, we brought nothing else over. Scary stuff starting over again!
i keep thinking about all the art supplies/crafting stuff that i gave away. even the vintage decorating book. sigh….