I think we all have this fantasy of what life ‘might’ be like if only… And I thought I might try to capture those thoughts, so I could perhaps work towards it!
I wish for a home that is comfortable. It’s lived in. Everything isn’t rigidly straight and tucked away and perfect, it’s lived in. But it’s not uncomfortable for visitors – it’s not grimy or dusty or clutter-y. They feel they can put their cup or mug down – there’s always somewhere nearby and easy, but nothing seems to precious – too breakable or stainable.
There’s people always around – coming and going. But it’s laid back and casual – it’s not a show. It’s not a performance. They will sit and chat to me as I prepare wholesome food. I no longer think making jam is a sin for those trying to be healthy and eat less sugar, but see it as a way of saving nature’s bounty from waste. There’s ample containers to store all the things I prepare, and ample room in fridges and cupboards to store things, but not lose things! There’s enough to feed whomever may be around and be hungry.
The bathrooms are clean – no dust bunnies. Nothing cringe worthy in it’s dirtiness. There’s no mould growing. There’s no funky smells. And the medicine cupboard, it’s stocked, but not over stocked, and anyone may open it and take what they need. Nothing in there is a secret or taboo or gross.
The laundry is functional – there’s somewhere to hang the clothing needing ironing. There’s a place for everything to be tucked away. Things can easily soak. Lost socks can linger in a special place awaiting a mate.
The home is bathed in sunshine and warmth. When it’s cold and blustery outside, it’s snug. When it’s warm and muggy, there’s a gentle breeze.
There’s a garden, with warm sunshine and delicious cool shade. Things grow with ease. I grow food and fragrant flowers.