It is a plain and simple fact that my house will never be mistaken for Martha Stewart’s. My wall art comes from the Internet, my room “themes” are determined by fit and affordability and the thought of a DIY embroidering project makes me break out in hives. Oh and things are a little messy at times too. No, my house is not designer ready, but I’ve done my best to make it a home that welcomes.
Sharing a meal at my place can be entertaining, as its mid century “charm” lacks modern day niceties like a dishwasher and garbage disposal. This means paper/plastic dining ware is the norm, although on special occasions I may upgrade to the kind that looks real but can still be thrown away.
Spacing is an issue too, so if we are eating inside, sitting at the far end of the table means you’ll have to crawl underneath it if you need to get up. Also, don’t go in rooms with closed doors, as all the little clutter piles normally dispersed throughout the house have been shoved there. If you enter anyway, I can’t be held responsible if you go missing for an extended period of time.
I used to worry about stuff like this, so much so that it really stressed me out to have company, so I rarely did. How will people judge my house? Will they laugh that my floors are bare because I’m petrified of making a bad rug choice? Will my kitchen be mocked because today’s dorm rooms are outfitted with finer appliances? Will they think I’m a slob because of the mildew stains on my shower door? And paper plates, really? WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK OF ME?
My answer to all of that now is who cares! I honestly don’t think any of my friends or family do and even if so, the point of any social gathering is to share an experience, whether in a fine Park Avenue mansion, or a humble home in the country. It’s the give and take of communicating with others, learning about their lives, laughing, crying and doing silly things together that counts.
My only resolution for 2017 is to engage more; more with others, more with myself, more with life in general. To not let convenience determine when to get together with loved ones, to talk to strangers while waiting in line instead of reaching for my phone, to reflect upon things during downtime instead of jumping on line.
Also, to have more gatherings at my place. I may not have fancy dishes to offer, nor have a clue what a table runner is, but I will provide a warm home and tasty meal to share. And laughs, lots and lots of laughs.
From my family to yours, Happy New Year!