I recently visited a friend of mine in Seattle. I love being with her – she is one of those rare people who are so truly themselves that you can’t help but be inspired by them. You walk away hoping that you, too, can discover what it means to be yourself.
When I got back home, I realized that, as similar as my friend and I are, our homes are very different. Not just because we have different styles or tastes. Different because of what fills them.
You see, my friend has filled her home with things that she loves. And not just the things that bring her joy, but things that she has made. And it is so totally her.
This set me to thinking: what would my home look like if it were filled with handmade items that brought me joy? What if, instead of impulsively purchasing items that I think I might like, I were to slow down, consider what I am truly looking for, and make it myself? What kind of legacy would it be to my children if they were raised in a home where things are built to last and meant to be treasured instead of cheaply replaced or upgraded as times change?
For as long as I can remember my main mantra while shopping is “I could make that!” It probably won’t look exactly like what I’ve seen, but it would simply be more me. So why haven’t I made what I’ve been inspired to make?
This is my journey to finally do it. To take the chance that a project may or may not work out, but trust that I’ll have gained skills and experience in the meantime. To go against our consumerist culture and try to create items that will last a lifetime. To learn to be true to who I am and what brings me joy, and be confident that being more ‘me’ can bring value to this world.
Thanks for joining me in my journey.