I seldom blog on weekends, but I'm just kicking back to watch the Packers, and I'm sitting with my laptop which seemed like a good reason to send my blogging friends a note. As I look around my home from my football watching chair, I can't help but notice that there is almost nothing in my home that I purchased at retail. 95% of what's hanging on my walls came from second hand stores, yard sales, and cast-offs from relatives.
- End table-yard sale
- Grandfather clock-castoff
- Faux fireplace-my junk wood bin
- Giant mirror-yard sale
- TV armoire-2nd hand shop
- Coffee table-sawed off rustic kitchen table from grandma
- Curtains-2nd hand store and ugly drapery makeover
- Book case-$1 at a yard sale
- The shelf, the footstool, the chandelier-all second hand
You get the idea. I could go on, but I've realized that my years of frugal decorating is probably why we've been able to survive on one income (plus a little extra I've brought in with speaking, writing, and selling crafts). But when I was working as a registered nurse and our first baby was on the way, I knew I had to do something to make it possible to say home with him. That wasn't my original plan, but I just knew towards the end of the pregnancy that I didn't want to go back to work and leave him behind. So we had to figure out how to get by without 2/3 of our income.
That was 18 years ago and we still have the same couch we bought before that baby was born. But instead of replacing it, several years ago, I recovered it for about $30.
And the lamps we got as a wedding gift 21 years ago? Yep. Still have them. But I gave them a paint makeover last summer.
Now that my babies are 16 and 18, I don't regret for a minute my decision to stay home and give up the ability to walk into a designer store and plunk down $3500 or more for a furniture set. We don't care that my husband still drives the same 1992 Jeep that used to be our family vehicle for so many years. Wish there was some T2T magic we could work on it though. I don't care if the only new thing hanging on my walls is a pair of photographs of my boys.
The other stuff is all trash, whether old or new, in light of the two treasures that have captured my heart and brought me more joy than anything a VISA card could buy. Yep. I love trash to treasure, but mostly because it represents something even deeper than decorative value. It represents the desires of my heart.