Well, this really got me to thinking about what I wanted our new home to be a symbol of.
I had already been doing some pondering on what one word, would describe our home,
and what would make me proud to call our house our home.
Because at the end of every day a house is made of wood, brick, stone etc...
But a home is another story.
Houses, just like people, come in all sizes, shapes, ages, colors and styles.
But homes represent different things to different folks.
You may live in a mansion, bungalow, apartment, townhouse, houseboat or penthouse.
It really does not matter, because until you put your stamp on it, and claim this space
as your own, you can fluff it and puff it, but until you really emotionally own it, it is still
From the moment we met with the architect, I told him I wanted my forever home to be an Old Home.
I want my home to be synonymous with Tradition.
I want the walls and floors to wrap themselves around all who enter and offer gentle comfort.
A traditional home for me is more than style.
It is where I toss a linen tablecloth on the dining room table and put out the good china every single Sunday.
I am goining back to the warm, fuzzy feelings of tradition.
Remember how most of us grew up with those traditions?
I want for my home to feel like I have stepped through a secret door into another era.
A place where the garden grows, and bluebirds sings.
Where I am hanging bright white sheets on the clothes line, and they are whipping in the wind, framed by an endless Texas blue sky sort of day.
A rich, and savory stew is simmering on the burner, while a fresh apple pie is cooling on the window sill.
I am going for the gusto of tradition, embracing the past, incorporating the Old Fashion way of living life, back into our lives.
I want my grandchildren to remember this home as the place where love grows gently.
I am going to have Cosmos, daisies and roses growing in my garden and vases brimming with those very flowers on my tables and desks.
Yes, I am I going to reignite the glory of the days gone by, when a home was a symbol of all the love, nurturing, and care that one could fill it with.
If Betty Crocker could do it, well so can I!
Even homemade bread made once a week.
You know how 50 is the new 40, etc...well I am proclaiming that Tradition is the new Trend!
This will be our forever home.
I am not moving anywhere again, and my heart is thankful to be able to spend the rest of my life right here.
Not far from family, with nature right out my backdoor.
This is our home, a home where love grows, and where I can be proud to say
my home is a symbol of tradition.
If your walls could speak, what would you want them to say about your home?
Please Join Me~
Cozy Little House
Love Of Home