I remember when I was a teenager, I couldn’t WAIT to be a “grown-up.”
Which meant, of course, having grown-up privileges. Not having grown-up responsibilities. I already had most of those, as I was the oldest daughter in a household with a single father. He worked hard to keep food on the table, and I was the one who cooked it and put it there. And the laundry, and the cleaning, and the rest. On top of a part-time job.
But I wanted to stay out late and have my own car and just go shopping and blow off time and do what the rest of the adults did–have money and spend it and do what they wanted.
What a shocker that was, coming of age and finding out there was never time to do all that because you had to do GROWN-UP things. Whoa.
Nice practical joke, life. Well played.
There ensued a whole stack of years where we hardly had time to breathe as we were going through college and having families and working jobs and doctor visits and school concerts and sports practices and…well, you know the routine.
But now that I’m a bit older, I have become a bit more selfish. I gave up a marriage that was eating away my soul and the house that generated more worry than comfort, and moved with my daughter into a nice apartment, where the water always works, the windows don’t leak, and there’s no squirrels in the ceilings.
Furthermore, to encourage my sense of relief and moving on, I’ve added bits of whimsy to the apartment, to bring back the youthful outlook I always used to have, but had somehow lost. So I wanted to share with you bits of that fun and games, in hopes it will brighten your day and perhaps inspire you to add a little fun to your own world:
And yes, we like books, can you tell?
What decor or traditions do you have in your places that remind you to have some fun?