Beach Cottage Dining room
Fri 14th, Sep, 2012
Oh la-de-dah, good morning Beach Cottage ladies, how you going this fine FRIDAY?
All is good in the world here and I am having a perky morning even though I am moofed up with a cold and by the end of the day will, I am sure be feeling less than perky-poos.
It’s been a good week in Beach Cottage Land, lots going on, as usual, kiddos at sporting events and blog events…
Yesterday however I had some time to myself…all was calm, all was bright…and what else to do when there are no Beach Cottage Crew to feed, no husbands to listen to and no toilets to clean?
Well of course, one must tidy up and tablescape.
It has come to my attention lately that some may feel this hobby of mine is perhaps not, you know, quite, errrm normal, perhaps somehow it pertains to the idea that life should be like this all the time..to be foofing and fluffing with one’s house is perhaps somehow not as cool as what other people may choose to do …
I say poppycock to that ladies and one man in The Netherlands…I say to yee, Beach Cottagers both near and far, flick out those tablecloths, gather about yourselves some pretty things and go forth and foof.
There is something, to me, in this world we live in, this modern world of technology and fast pace, of big cars and postfeminist dreams, about slamming that front door shut, parking that broomstick firmly away, turning up the radio, switching on the coffee and getting down to doing something that you love…for me, that’s unwinding and slowing down by creating something that’s just nice.
I love to surround myself with things that I love and I celebrate that whenever I get the chance…
You know what though too…there is something comforting about re-claiming some domestic space…when all is crazy in the week, when school bags and homework and stinky soccer (sorry English girls I have to call it that now) socks and laptops and lunchboxes are littering about every available piece of horizontal surface, well to clear all that off helps to keep me sane…
And the secret?
Well there isn’t one…
But, I can say this, it really is not as hard as it may seem to be, to tidy up, to foof, to sort, to order, to lay a table…or dare I say it to foof your house…I am here to tell you it’s so very, if you want it to be, in your grasp..
I have learnt over the years that actually this isn’t a dream and I don’t need or want it to be…we created this, quite simply with hard work…
With thrifted dressers from garage sales, with storage from that little Swedish boutique that’s our best friend and installed ourselves, with vintage things picked up from the side of the road and with things gathered about us as we put down roots in a new life by the sea.
And with that I will waft around in this domestic bliss, I will positively revel in white, I will sniff flowers and stroke armoires until the next time someone throws a school bag on top of my tablescaping or yells mum!!!!!!!!!!!! Where’s my AFL kit????????
Til we meet again