Here are some things making my house a lovely place to be right now:
Fresh flowers from my very own garden
Sunflowers growing on my kitchen windowsill (these give me a ridiculous amount of joy)
These paintings I bought last year from the doctors. The artist’s name is Caz, and she exhibits her work in the waiting room of the big clinic. While I’m at it, this piano gives me a great amount of joy also. Our next door neighbour was cleaning out his garage and asked if we’d like it. Did we what! We have a REAL house now: we have a PIANO!
This is the painting I bought first, for a ridiculous $20 (and here I was thinking I could never afford original art!). She looked so lovely on the wall and yet so lonely that I thought I better go back and buy her sisters.
This one has “Poppies in the garden” written in pencil on the back.
The next time I went to the doctors I met their mother:
She was so beautiful. And HUGE. But her price, though very reasonable for a painting that size, was well out of my reach. Sigh,
For over a year, every time I visited the doctor, I would sit near her and look at her. I don’t need to own this painting to enjoy it, I would think to myself, It’s just as beautiful here as it would be in my house. And I would sit there looking at the painting feeling very virtuous and a tiny bit sad.
Around a month ago, I went to the doctors’ with Christopher Robin, who had split his head open at school and had it glued back together again at the hospital (that might sound like it might make a dramatic and interesting blog post, but, trust me, it was just a whole lot of scary followed by a whole lot of waiting in the emergency room – no real narrative structure there). I needed cheering up so I found us a seat right next to my painting. As I gazed at her, it struck me that there was something different about her – it was her price tag! The painting had been drastically discounted and was now $120. I called Mr Knightley, “I know what I want for my birthday!”, I announced breathlessly (my birthday was still several months off, but I was being organised). Within a few hours she was on my living room wall, and it turns out I was wrong: she looks MUCH MORE beautiful in my home than she did in the waiting room. Look:
If I had commissioned this painting it couldn’t have looked more at home.
A lot of bloggers are talking about thankfulness at the moment (is it something to do with Thanksgiving? I don’t know). I am thankful for my home. If you could see the state it’s in at the moment as I blog amongst the toy-and-toast rubble, you might think that strange, but I guess I wouldn’t have mess if I didn’t have such a perfect abundance of food and possessions. I’m going to finish this post now and give my beautiful home some love.
Just as soon as I convince Harry to stop riding the vacuum…