Saturday, July 13, 2019

A few simple--and frugal--joys this week

Frugality is a mindset, made up of many little actions. I'm sure there are more thrifty things that we did this week, but here are the ones that stand out.

1.) I made up a huge bowl of pasta salad for dinner from a few leftover vegetables and meat in the fridge. I used the pickle jar vinegar as an ingredient in the dressing.

2.) I got sick of laying my paperbacks and night-time lotion on the floor on my side of the bed. After a brief survey of the box collection in the shed (yes, we seem to hoard good cardboard boxes), I was able to find a box that fit perfectly in that corner, and covered with a pretty sheet, it has been transformed into a corner table that pleases me greatly. 

3.) We repurposed a copper bowl from an old water fountain. The fountain, a long ago gift, had to be plugged in to be used outside, and we have never had an outside outlet, so it had taken space in storage for years. We took out the basin and used it to make an lovely birdbath.

4.) I bought a black velvet evening gown for $3.00 at Goodwill. Originally the price tag said $5.99, which thrilled me beyond belief. When the salesgirl rang it up and said it was yellow tagged at half price, I was over the moon. Cinderella is going to the party in style! 
(And yes, I actually need this for an upcoming event.)

5.) We did do some buying this week. Despite the fact that everyone who knows me knows that coming to my house always involves having a cup of tea, I must confess I have never in my adult life had a real tea kettle. (I have always used a pot for boiling water.) We found this one for 25 cents at a garage sale.  It even matches the red accents in kitchen. I am feeling quite fancy.
5.) We had some leftover sweet and sour pork and leftover rice that was still okay to eat but hadn't been very tasty the night it was made. I added some Korean sauce hubby always keeps on hand and took the hard not-completely cooked rice, added a little water and re-steamed it to fluffy goodness in the microwave.  It turned into a passable dinner, and even a bit for lunch. I am so glad that I didn't throw it away.

6.) I ran out of liquid hand soap, but didn't want to buy some until pay day came around again. I poured some Dollar Store lavender body wash into the bottle, shook it with some water (about half and half) and the soap is every bit as nice as 'proper' hand soap. As Marla Cilley of Flylady fame says, "Soap is soap."  

7.) We hosted a wedding renewal service at our home this week. I made a homemade-from-
scratch yellow bundt cake, frosted it with homemade white buttercream, and put a nosegay of white silk roses in the center. The cake simply cost me butter, sugar, and flour. The glasses were bought many years ago, and tied with discount ribbon from the Dollar Store. I made a potato salad, arranged some cold cuts on a plate, cubed up a huge watermelon, and put out some potato chips and potato rolls. Elegant, refreshing, and simple. We arranged our tiny table in the parlor, and kept the kitchen open for a buffet.  It was a lovely night, and proved that a special event can be celebrated with humble means.

It seems to me that thrift and gratitude are inextricably intertwined. I don't believe whatsoever in the prosperity gospel, or what New Agers call 'manifesting' or the 'law of attraction', but I do know from personal experience that you only have more when you are deeply thankful for what you already have, right now. This kind of gratitude makes it possible to stretch things or make them special, because deep down inside you already feel like you have enough. Some people believe that God only cares about lofty, intangible things. But, I have experienced over and over how much He cares that life is abundant and even luxurious for His children, on over the tiniest of details and the tiniest of incomes. I think wonderful things can come our way for pennies if we remember deep down, that if God wants us to have something, He will put it in front of us and make a way, no matter how much is in the wallet.

It's our goal to live a life so far from keeping up with the Joneses that they begin to wonder what we are up to.  May you find a multitude of simple frugal joys today, and every day.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

The Privilege of Tough Times

 "As it is with the commander of an army, or the leader of any enterprise, so is it with the mistress of the house."

Isabella Beeton, from her famous book, "The Book of Household Management", 1861. (pictured at right)

"She is clothed in strength and dignity; and she laughs without fear of the future." 
Proverbs 31:25
There's a common misconception out there that if a woman is a housewife, somehow she is weak, needing to be sheltered from the cold, hard world. That couldn't be further from the truth--in these times more than ever. In a materialistic society where we are told it is almost impossible for a family to function without dual incomes, deciding to be a homemaker requires a rebellious spirit and the heart and stamina to constantly swim upstream. It also requires a sort of steely calmness when troubles--especially financial ones--inevitably happen. 

For the past several years, my husband was working at a job where he had a two hour commute every day. I realize that this is the case for many out there, and wow, you indeed have my respect and sympathy. In our situation, the difficulty was compounded by a second-hand vehicle with random mechanical failures, winter road conditions that broke 40 year records for snow and ice, and a budget where there was absolutely no room for thousands of dollars of additional fuel costs. Sometimes he even had to stay at a local motel because the highway was closed except for emergency traffic. Although the position was--and is--a good solid one, there were many times when he and I wondered if the the job was just costing too much.

Every month more was going on the credit card than we were making. I have always been extremely frugal, and it was a slap in the face to be in a situation for the first time, where we were actually paying for necessities with plastic.  I was frightened; I felt worthless and guilty, and most of all I felt paralyzed with indecision. 

This was so different than other troubled times in my life. As a single mother, widowed at a young age and used to rolling up my sleeves, I am a woman of action, someone used to conquering problems with my own self-will. I have done all sorts of jobs and have some professional skills to my name. It seemed like a no-brainer that I would go out and make some extra income for us, and relieve the burden that my dear husband carried each and every day. 

But this time there was a dilemma.  I was now the wife of a pastor and a police chaplain, and I felt the Holy Spirit asking me loud and clear to stop to deal with this crisis differently this time. We had looked at the world with fresh eyes after coming back to Christ, truly seeing all the rampant adultery, divorce, and abuse. We had counseled many a shattered family, and knew that there were Biblical principles that could prevent much of this pain. Going back to the work world would be tearing at the heart of our belief system. It would be a statement that indeed, the verses about a woman's role and the hierarchy of the home were just anachronisms-- worthless in the current day. It would be a statement that we didn't think God was big enough to handle our finances. It would be a statement that the fads of feminism, our own fears, and a few entries in a check book were mightier than his plans.

We are beginning to come though this turbulent--and yet wonderful--time. In December of last year, I received the gift of news, news of a transfer for my husband that would bring him back to an agency only blocks away from home. I cried like a baby from relief, I must say. And as we are skimping still and whittling away at the debts, I can finally breathe a bit and reflect back on the lessons learned.

 If you are struggling financially, first of all, let me please give you a huge cyberspace hug. In a world where we seem to talk about anything and anyone, money seems to be last taboo, and especially when we are having problems with it. There is nothing quite like the loneliness of following an ideal that the world is trying to stomp out, and when the winds of trouble blow, it is so easy to think you have made some sort of colossal mistake. You are not alone. There are others going through similar things, and God is there with you as well, every step of the way. 

I wish I could say that I was valiant, strong and self-controlled throughout this journey, that I always had faith and trust. Umm...not so much. I whined and worried and tantrumed and threw my hands up in defeat more often than I care to admit. I probably mentioned going back to work at least once a week, and always, my dear husband would remind me that he needed me home. And another thing that happened? I'd start to search the job ads and invariably, something at home would just suddenly come up, a furnace repair, a vet visit, a husband sick for days with the flu, and yet again, I would be reminded that things happen in this house that cannot be addressed from a desk at the office.
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how  the lilies of the field grow; they do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these.…

Here are some of the things I believe I learned through this particular journey.

1.) I learned that God will indeed reward thrift and care with His money.  We need to remember that all that we have, has been given to us from Him, from the roof over our head to every single breath we take. God will take care of our basic needs, if we ask Him. Throughout this financial challenge, there was not ONE time where we were unable to make a payment on a bill. I believe this was because we were content to have our basic needs met; we were not asking Him for more than that. We were also willing to sacrifice any extras, live simply and willing to stretch every bit as far as it would go. I believe I can say that God approved of this, because many, many, many times, we would have exactly, almost to the penny what we needed, even when at first glance, it seemed the budget just wouldn't cover it all. I like to joke with hubby about times like that and say, "Well, God's showing off, again." I love those moments, because it is like He is deliberately making his presence known to us.

2.) I learned that God's plan is for us to be more than workers and consumers. We are to be responsible with the resources that come into our lives, but focusing only on the finances is very close to making them an idol. We are human beings, not just human wage earners. Sometimes we need to be tested over whether our values can be bought or not. The world will tell you the direct opposite of what God would have you do. It will tell you that you are a burden when really you are being a support system; it will tell you that you are being foolish when actually you are seeking great wisdom.

3.) I learned that if I had God, it really wasn't that hard to give up most material things. During extremely impoverished times, we realize how much is out there that is just frivolous and really doesn't fulfill us. In fact, many of the fripperies of life just manage to drain us. I think this is why monks focus on simple lives as their way to get closer to God.

4.) I realized that God was bigger than my bills. He could handle this; I just had to do my part and my best each day, and let Him take care of the rest.  It was during this time, that I encountered many people who were in far worse financial straits than we were, and both people in the marriage were working, and making far more money. I learned that 'financial security' only could come from true security, which could only come from the Creator of the Universe.

And most of all, I learned that tough times are a time to exercise our faith muscles. It is not about being punished or 'in trouble' with God; it is about learning to walk with Him more closely. When we are trusting only in our nice bank account balances, or the size of our investment portfolios, we tend to trust our own devices far too much. But when things fall apart...ah, those can be the best times in our lives, if we are willing to be guided. These are the times we may not want to live again, but if we are willing to learn we can be mighty glad they happened. They are the times when we are privileged to have a front seat, to witness His providence in action, to see how God can work through what we think is 'impossible.'  

What a glorious thing to see.




Wednesday, May 15, 2019

The Frugal Packed Lunch

I've talked before on this blog about how much of my job as a housewife is to keep our food expenses the lowest I possibly can. As I was packing hubby's breakfast and lunch this afternoon (I always pack it the day before), I thought it might be fun to show you what is a typical offering. All of these dishes are homemade and so it might seem like putting together a lunch like this is a time-consuming task. But it always surprises me how a few dinners made in large amounts really feeds us several times over.

 Strawberries and a quarter cup of plain yogurt, along with a sausage breakfast casserole is for breakfast. The casserole can be reheated in his office microwave. It is a delicious combination of bread cubes, eggs, cheddar cheese, onions, green peppers and a generous sprinkling of basil. I like these kind of dishes because they are made ahead and are easily put together. In the background is salsa, which hubby always likes on his eggs. I also included two pieces of toast, buttered and jellied and wrapped face together in plastic wrap.

For lunch are fried noodles and sweet and sour chicken on rice from the freezer. I made too much pasta after an Italian night, and just fried the cooked, refrigerated spaghetti in some sesame oil, added garlic, left-over veggies and some rice wine. I also stirred in some leftover barbecue sauce I had made.The sweet and sour pork recipe, with pineapple and green pepper, came from my old reliable Betty Crocker.

If you would like any of these recipes, I will begin to post them.  It's little things like this that keep us feasting like a king (and queen) on very little money.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Calling yourself a Housewife

My grandmother, Ellen, standing proudly with her mother, after getting lunch for the threshing crew.
What images come to mind when you hear the word 'housewife?' Do you think of a woman that the times have forgotten, scrubbing clothes on a wash-board, chained to the sink or the stove? Or maybe June Cleaver flits across your imagination, in all her pearl and high-heeled glory, waltzing with a vacuum cleaner.
Or maybe your idea might be hazier, but a lot more toxic... a depiction of someone timid as a mouse, a doormat, someone who drifts through their days at a loss of what to do, or doing silly, trivial things. Rest assured, many societal influences over the past century have worked tirelessly to get these ideas into our heads. 

How many times a day does THIS happen??
Housework has always been hard, humbling work. It requires a quieting of the soul, a desire to comfort others at the expense of oneself. The Bible speaks about how we are to go about showing hospitality 'without grumbling', tipping us off to the full implication that feeding and sheltering others involves many tedious, grumble-worthy tasks. The Savior washing the dirty feet of his disciples was an example of housewifery for the times, and a pinnacle of servant-hood. The story of Mary and Martha, where Martha is complaining (hand on hip, I imagine) to Jesus about how Mary is not helping her in the kitchen is the same complaint we hear so often in the 'we all need to pitch in and help' modern day.  (Although if that scene happened today, shamefully, I believe a feminist version of Martha would probably have been hustling the King of Kings in to 'help' cater his own party, but I digress.) 

Calling yourself a housewife is different than calling yourself a stay at home mom. 'Stay at home mom' has a hip sort of ring, and connotes a woman who wears yoga pants to play-dates and spends afternoons at the gym or a girls' book club. No, a housewife is a decidedly old-fashioned term, one that summons up aprons and rolling pins. And for some it is a word that connotes an undertone of quiet desperation, of captivity, and helplessness. 

It was indeed not always that way. A woman used to call herself a housewife with quiet pride and certainty. This title in past generations was like a hope chest filled with traditions, methods, and skills passed down from generation to generation. It was a job title about capability, strength and support. The fact that such a stable, serviceable word, referred to women since medieval times, is now derided took some work to destroy, but it has happened, nonetheless.

A pamphlet from 1915, showing clearly the link with feminism and socialism.
We often think that the early suffragettes were commonplace women simply fighting for the right to vote. This just was not so. Not only were many of the prime activists well-to-do women that had their own domestic staff, but they also had far bigger societal plans in store than just to be able to put their ballot in the box.  So much history has been trimmed conveniently away on this matter, because it doesn't fit neatly into the narrative created by women's studies programs. Actually, many of the early feminists were scarred mentally by adverse home or family experiences and externalized this pain onto the public sphere with the fervent desire to eliminate the traditional housewife role for every woman-- whether she wanted it or not.

Extreme concepts abounded even in that era--like doing away with the cozy home kitchen and replacing it with mandatory neighborhood communal dining rooms, courtesy of Charlotte Perkins Gilman.  Victoria Woodhull spearheaded a 'free love' movement that proposed prostitution should be legalized and criticized monogamy, coupled with the work of Margaret Sanger to promote birth control and abortion. Elizabeth Cady Stanton challenged the idea of Biblical female submission, writing a two volume treatise entitled "The Woman's Bible". These early feminists were not only well-acquainted with Marxist thought, they strongly supported it, and desired to completely overturn our capitalist society. As you can see, the vote was only the beginning. 

The Women's Anti-Suffrage League
 It is an often ignored fact that huge numbers of real housewives fought this movement--tooth and nail. Women-- not just men-- protested the radicalism of the early feminists. I believe that they correctly saw the feminist agenda as a deadly threat to home and hearth...and a movement that could destroy the foundations of civilization. An article from "The Spectator" in Great Britain that does an excellent job of explaining the thought process of women at the time can be found here

It was not until second-wave feminism's Betty Friedan, in her book, 'The Feminine Mystique' that the word 'housewife' really suffered a truly fatal blow. Friedan, a self-proclaimed communist, called the housewife, a 'prisoner in a comfortable concentration camp.' Her derision blazed like wildfire, and the book attracted a mass audience. It was the turbulent 1960s, and I could write post after post on why some women were drawn to this book...but I'll save them for another time.

I used to think, while poring over the writings of feminists, that the housewife was viewed as their enemy because they simply thought she was not as enlightened as they, and far too stubborn in her out-dated beliefs. But I've come to realize that there is a much darker under-current, an under-current of snobbery, insecurity...and even more than a little jealousy coming from the 'i am woman, hear me roar' camp.

For how can you deride an occupation as beneath you if you yourself don't know how to do it? Feminists love to portray the trad woman as stupid, particularly picking on the 1950s housewife. But here are some of the things that women of that era did...often and easily. 

'The Bride's First Dinner Party', 1952 by Ray Prohaska.
1.) They could host dinner parties for roomfuls of guests. No, these weren't catered and they weren't potlucks. These were dinners, with formal china, and food in courses made from scratch. The 1950s housewife, so often portrayed as 'feather-headed' would know how to dress up, how to use proper etiquette, and also how to make pleasant, informed conversation.She would even be expected to know how to tactfully create seating arrangements at the table, where different personalities would be the most comfortable.

2.) They could cook lavish holiday meals--from scratch. The Butterball website and its crisis line rings off the hook at Thanksgiving with frantic cooks who do not know how to roast a turkey. The 1950s housewife could do this in her sleep.


3.) They could garden, can, and process food, often going through what seemed like mountains of produce. Many women of the time were experts at jelly-making, and could line shelves with their own homemade spaghetti sauce, as well as even jars of home-canned meats. This job requires enormous physical stamina, standing in an over-heated kitchen while endlessly peeling, chopping, and sterilizing. Canning is an exact, practical science, an occupation that requires fanatic attention to cleanliness, following steps to the letter, and having a meticulous eye for detail, from knowing when things are at their needed boiling point to determining if a jar has sealed correctly. It is a science where if it is done incorrectly, food poisoning could result. The fact that so many housewives were known for their canning abilities underlines just how capable and intelligent they indeed were.

4.)  Sewing. An average sixteen year old student in the HomeEc classes of the 1950s could construct a tailored blouse or jacket.  Their skills extended from everyday mending and darning to even being able to slip-cover their sofas.  They were familiar with knitting, crocheting, and embroidery. 

Now, please don't get me wrong here. I am not for one minute saying that a woman has to master all these skills to proudly say she is a housewife. What I am saying is that being a housewife has always been an occupation to test the heart and the mind.  I truly believe there is no job out there that does not require skills. No matter what the level, a housewife still has a learning curve, like anyone working in an office, like anyone working in a classroom. The fact that working as a homemaker has become viewed as somehow mindless and menial is a grave insult that has been handed out to us by our radical feminist sisters. And that is a truly sad thing--for all of us.

Being a housewife is an ancient occupation that has been the foundation of countries and cultures across time; it is vital because people will always need care, comfort, and order. In fact, you could even say that housewifery is an important part of bringing out the best in us as humans, and when you think of it that way, what bigger job can there be?

As Proverbs 31 in Scripture states, "She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks." You are not 'just' a housewife; you are a woman of conviction, strength and intelligence...nurturing both the elderly and the young.

We need to call ourselves housewives again, with honor and with gladness.



Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The Joyous Messiness of Home

A friend told me once that my idea of a mess was to have clean dishes left drying on the counter. All I could do was laugh heartily and think to myself that I had really managed to pull the wool over her eyes.

There are indeed houses where everything stays obediently in its place, where surfaces gleam continuously, and bedspreads lie wrinkle free and untouched. Like unicorns, these places are the stuff of luxury hotels and mansions where either nobody is around--or the maid has just left. And even in these magical places, as soon as someone opens the door, or the fridge, or kicks off their shoes-- well, the spell is completely and utterly broken. It seems that we humans cannot enter a space without leaving some trace that we have been there.

I struggle with this greatly, because I adore the glossy magazine cover look. There is just something so endlessly engaging about houses that look like they are suspended in time, holding their breath and waiting to be enjoyed. It's like looking at a birthday cake, with its swirls of colored frosting roses, moments before you cut into it. So delectable to touch the piles of perfectly stacked bath towels as the steaming water is running into the tub, to admire the willow basket of green apples moments before they become sticky peelings, cores, and eventually a pie, to walk across a floor that is squeaky clean and gleams with summer sunlight. There is a sense of expectation in a room where the pillows are fluffed, where flowers and trinkets sit in perfectly studied casualness on shelves and tables. In that orderliness and calm, there is, or rather there should be, a sense of welcome, and yes, implicit in that is also an invitation to come in and mess it up.  In other words, to live in it.

I show you my home often in its finer, more organized moments. And I will admit that I work very hard to keep my home clean, tidy, and yes, I do strive for that 'cover look.' But the longer I am a homemaker, the more I realize that messes are another kind of artistic still-life, that, heck, they are indeed life. They are the evidence that living people (and a cat)  eat here, sleep here, love here. The messes in the home are like the wrapping paper all over the floor when the gifts have been opened and enjoyed. They are something I am learning to be grateful for, and they are, whether I like it or not, an essential aspect of the goodness of being alive.



Sunday, February 10, 2019

An Ordinary Romance

Even after fourteen years of marriage, my husband cannot wait to come home, and he tells me this often. In fact, it is not uncommon for him to even phone me during the day, where he says he just wants to hear my voice. He honors me often by telling people that his wife creates 'his sanctuary.'

Being a housewife really gives me constant opportunities to improve my marriage. As my husband is an Anglican priest, we have mentored couples dealing with intense marital discord. Every time, I am taken aback by how rampant materialism  has stolen their time and sense of priorities, and of course, romance is the first thing to go. I fervently pray that their hearts would soften and they would be moved to a reorganized life, one based around the Biblical roles of man and woman. It would give them a truly strong foundation and simplify so much that they are going through --and yes, even in the midst of today's daunting financial pressures, it CAN be done...but that is a subject for another post.

Many people are caught on the hamster wheel of over-working and over-spending, and they think that romance must also have elegant expensive trappings. They think romance involves huge bouquets of crimson roses, candlelit dinners at five-star restaurants and the soaring sounds of violins. Or they think of luxury get-away vacations to white-sand beaches or bed-and-breakfasts tucked away in postcard mountain villages.

Candy ceramic hearts from Goodwill.
But I find that romance is truly built on the ordinary. Romance is a cumulative effect of consideration and kindness and even just plain good manners.  It is about seeing your loved one and really noticing all that is good about him or her, noticing it and above all, holding it tight and appreciating it.

Family photos, and a card from our wedding tucked in.
  Many modern women today are terrified of being subservient or overly-generous with their spouses. Feminism has taught them that this is 'beneath them', that it will lead them down a road of being a doormat, or turn them into a meek and rather stupid mouse. It has taught them that to get what you want, you have to fight for it. You have to be vigilant and make sure that you are 'getting your fair share.' They claim that giving so much will just leave a man demanding more and more, that it will lead to abuse and a wasted life. I agree that this can be possible if a woman marries a man with an unsavory character, and in my feminist college days, I certainly knew my share of shady characters. But when a woman marries a truly good, decent man, and especially one that understands the Biblical principles of manhood...well, then this supposition is completely turned on its head. After so many years of marriage, and a marriage with more than its share of financial and medical trials, I can honestly say that the more I give to my husband, the more he gives back to me. It has become a game, centering on who can give more to the other...and I assure you that it is one heck of a lot of fun.

I enjoy doing little things for him every day, like playing relaxing classical or jazz music when he walks in the door, stressed-out and exhausted. Or I might tuck a sweet note in his lunch, or make his favorite meal or dessert. If he mentions something he sees that needs to be done, such as an errand on his already crowded schedule, I will volunteer to do it before being asked. I keep myself looking put together with make-up and nice clothes as much as possible, and maintain a tidy house, so that we have a pleasant environment to enjoy most of the time. I love to bring him a hot cup of tea while he is studying, just because. We savor nice, peaceful dinners together and although I have dishes to do in the evening, I try to keep tasks down so that I can focus on him. I was married to an alcoholic as a young woman, and I know far too well that a loving man should be appreciated, because there are many, many other less-desirable places he could unwind after work besides his home. I also make sure to nurture myself during the day, with a short nap, maybe or some time off to do something purely for fun. I believe that being refreshed improves me as a person, and enables me to be more happily generous.

Silk tulips I received while deathly sick with pneumonia, several years ago.
My husband loves to shower me with little things, as well. In fact, for many years, I have grown cautious about expressing a whim, because he is prone to just go out and get whatever I say I would like. Ever since he brought a sub sandwich lunch to my office after our first date, hubby loves to bring home treats. Whether it's burgers and ice cream on a Friday night because he doesn't want me to have to cook, or ginger ale, sushi, and Chinese chicken soup when I am sick, he loves to go out of his way to make me smile. He acknowledges how hard I work, and in the summer, it's not uncommon for him to suggest we just jump in the car and have a day adventure, just to get out of the house for awhile. In our frigid winters, he insists on warming up the car for me, and will always drop me off at the door of our destination, while he goes to park. He is secure enough to watch a whole lot of chick flicks (I think he secretly likes them)...and he loves to hear about my day, even the most mundane details. I have seen him inspire other men to pamper their ladies, because he will treat me like a Southern belle at parties, bringing me little morsels on a plate. One Christmas, when we were so very broke, we made a pact that we would not buy presents for each other. He shocked me with a wrapped jewelry box, and inside was a Hershey's chocolate kiss.
He goes without so many things; his work shoes wear thin at the soles, and his suit-coats get compliments from people who don't know they come from the thrift store--all so that we can stay solvent and pay our bills. He still calls me his bride, and I have seen other men imitate this practice after being around him. The figurine down below symbolizes how we work through fights; we force ourselves to hold hands and look into each other's eyes. It has de-escalated many a hot-tempered situation, and bonded us even more together.

I think Valentine's Day this year will be simple as always. Maybe a homemade two-layer chocolate fudge cake for dessert or a card tucked under his pillow. But when every day is Valentine's Day, you already have it all.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Clean and gleaming for the New Year

Well, it's January. Time to lug out those cardboard boxes from the garage, sweep up all the dusty pine needles from the corners of the living room, and after all is dusted and polished anew, time to showcase all things that gleam and shine...just like the New Year.

I tend to think of winter decorating as 'Christmas-lite'. In other words, it is a combination of holding onto a few traces of crimson richness from the holiday, while displaying all of the silver and blues that tingle and tickle like snowflakes on your nose.

Safe, battery-operated candles look so hopeful and warm on dark winter nights, while a mason jar of silk poinsettias keeps memories of Christmas around just a bit longer. I also use our Christmas dishes until the end of the month. Hubby misses the Christmas decor something fierce, and the dishes help him cope with his holiday 'withdrawal.'

In the upstairs parlor, I am interested in a formal, restrained look. It's fun to bring the snowy season indoors with a few pine cones,a hint of golden ribbon, and a silvery snowflake. I used the same crystal vases from Christmas, simply filling them with green and blue glass balls. 

I want to keep it a bit more warm and casual down in the family room. 

I love all the frills of Christmas, but have to admit that the clean look of the New Year is really calming in the kitchen. 

If you haven't guessed already, I am a bit of an armchair interior decorator, and so there will be more posts about decorating as the seasons change. But I promise there will be more topics tucked in along the way. 

Hoping you keep a candle lit in your heart while we face all the challenges and opportunities waiting in this New Year.