This is a higgledy piggledy post insofar as it is a post about an item that’s already had its debut on this blog.
You see we bought this house many moons ago when I still had the Big Career and the Big Wage.
Since then we’ve had job changes, redundancies, and two new (and wonderful) people join our family. Most recently there’s been our decision for me to step out of the workplace for a while in order to focus on our family.
And so we’re no longer able to buy the lamp, chair or curtains that my heart might leap at in a shop window. But it’s my home, that we all return to, and I love it because of that.
So, a while ago, we were taking down the christmas decorations and in the midst of trying to squeeze everything back into the boxes they hibernate in, I looked down to discover the Monkey crying.
Now I can’t blame the Monkey, I love christmas and am sad to see it go, but this wasn’t like him and so we sat down to try to hear what was tugging at his soul so much.
It turns out it wasn’t the end of presents, or chocolates on tap, but putting away the decorations.
The house didn’t sparkle any more.
So we made a deal, the Monkey and I. We even shook on it, so this was a Serious Issue.
We’d not cry about the christmas decorations going away, but in return we’d work slowly but surely at putting the sparkle back in the house, at making it look the way it did in our hearts.
And we weren’t going to do it with the shop bought rugs, or internet-store cushions.
We were going to do it with love,
and our imaginations
and most of all our hearts.
It won’t be an overnight thing as it takes time to really stuff these things with love and memories but little by little we will make our house sparkle so we don’t have tears in January.
And so, I’ve started with plain old bunting. But it will become our birthday bunting, there whenever we come together to celebrate another year with a treasured family member. There in the backgrounds of photos of cakes being blown out or presents being opened.
And each time we unpack it, it will be that little more precious because we will be unpacking family memories.