Worlds collide when our grandchildren visit. Not in a bad way, mind you. But somehow values can change drastically over three generations! When the air clears after the house has gone quiet again, I get busy setting the house straight and tending my linens.
Laundering, ironing, and cleaning frees me up for mindfulness. Much the way gardening does, I imagine. (And I have to imagine that, because I do very little gardening! Haha!) Here it is spring, and I am cultivating linens instead. Always acquiring, developing, and maintaining.
I keep a rather old world vibe about this place. And I have some old world values. (One eats at a table, for instance.) But I was a little worried that my darling granddaughter (age 10) might feel too concerned about marker stains (permanent) that she had made on the tablecloth while drawing one day. (Am I too fussy?) In the end, I felt glad that she understood that it matters to me. We try to be sensible about pretty table linens. They are for enhancing real life, not interfering with it.
Anyway. . . when I'm done messing with and admiring my clean linens (and philosophizing), the ones I use most regularly get casually stowed nearby, like in this old crate which sits near the table.
Or this huge basket that lives in the dining room taking up too much precious space. It sits close to the table, taking its place at the corner like some permanent guest for which allowances must be made.
These are the hues and textures of our daily life. The colors that most often feed our senses at the table.
And when worlds collide, it's probably best to remain somewhat neutral.
. . . At least at the dinner table!
I hope your own world turns out beautifully this week!
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