The Holidays at home

Holiday at home or “holidays at home”…that phrase can have so many meanings…it was the name of a gorgeous class I did recently with the amazing Keith Taylor, downtown Brenham and the Barnhill Center and Jennifer Hermann of Hermann Furniture. We talked about beauty and creating the literal atmosphere and backdrop for our families and friends and our holiday stories and gatherings. And that phrase has been so heavy in my heart and mind for so much of this season. Beautiful ribbon and bows and then life happens. But that is how living and life plays out. It is what makes it rich and beautiful but complicated and sorrowful too. And so I can’t believe it is nearly New Years, like literally in hours really.  Where has 2017 gone?? It has been a blur for sure. So many big and beautiful work projects and events and personal milestones and changes as well. So much to post but life must be lived right?! So a short recap of the couple of months.

Image by Natalie Lacy Lange

I’ve been eager to share this and more images from the Holiday at Home class held in Nov with Downtown Brenham at the historic Simon Theatre, but I have been on a bit of a social media and internet hiatus. I will post more of those images in my next post.  

But first I want to share, my brother Jimmy Don and I lost our dad rather suddenly right after Thanksgiving.  We did not have an easy relationship with our Dad but he was our Daddy and we loved him and we knew he loved us and our children. This image below of one of Jimmy Don’s signs sums up a lot of how I have been feeling about the loss.  I know this Whitman poem is about a romantic relationship but I think it can apply to any type of love.  It also reminds me of a Pat Conroy quote about parents and hurt and love. 

We loved you Daddy.

We know you loved us.

I forget the rest.

I could go on and on about good times and tough times and complicated grief and heartaches and regrets…but I am just going to leave it at that.  Love. I forget the rest. It is really saying “I forgive the rest” and I hope you do too but it really is also how our hearts and minds remember isn’t it?…everything becomes a blur but the true love we felt for one another hopefully remains. Memories and feelings and stories are an interesting and complex thing but love can be very simple.  It’s taken me weeks to be able to say that and feel that even but I am grateful to be in this place finally.  The season of Advent and the hope of this season certainly makes this process richer and easier to navigate and find peace. In fact it is the only thing that makes it possible at all.

So between that and the emotions of the holidays and helping clients wrap up before Christmas, I have just not been online much.   But finally, before the year’s end I have to share images from the class so watch your inbox for the next post!  Because where there is Love there is often Beauty. and Creativity.  And those things bring joy.

We create beauty at Christmas because we love our families and we want to honor and celebrate the birth of our Savior.  It is a simple and beautiful thing and this week between Christmas and the New Year is so sacred and I hope it has been restful and peaceful for you and your family.

#forgettherest

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8

 

Three generations ONE roof

That is right, we moved the week after Christmas.  Not something I really recommend (“duh” as my friends, the lovely Fairbrother women, would say) but we survived.  Barely.  Merging households is NOT for the faint of heart either, but again we are surviving and dare I say thriving once again.  Everyone hates moving or at least understands its work but it always has its upsides too: organization, culling, throwing out, a fresh start, decorating opportunities and more. And as always, the opportunity to be grateful. We are moving . . . yes it’s work, it’s the holidays but hey we get to be homeowners and we have running water and heat and on and on.  So all is good with the actual move, on the flip side especially.


academydoor

{I promise I have scraped these windows and adding new door hardware since this photo! BTW the exterior color is SW Dress Blues, that project was completed by the previous owner, Denetta McKelvy, she did so much!}

So this is the deal.  My mom had a cute tiny house on quaint Baylor St in our little town…the kids and I lived a few blocks over near their school (along with my walk-closet I do miss daily, I can admit it). It was great..she could get away at her house and rest and we could have our own time. In fact, the house the children and I were renting was so cute and wonderful it is being feature in the May issue of Country Living! But we didn’t own it and inevitably we spent a LOT of time together with Nana…most meals, some nights if I worked late she would have to go home to a dark house.  She did our laundry and picked up kids many days. (HUGE HELP be jealous) Oh and did I mention we (mainly she) are chronic house hunters.   So after nearly two years of me paying rent (“you are not building any equity” says Nana over and over, did I mention she is a Real Estate Broker) we started looking at properties often.  And driving our friends crazy with “how much would it cost to rewire this house and plumb it and convert the garage” on and on . . . . We finally deciding flipping wasn’t our best option.  She has done that many times in the past (before it was cool I might add) but with my level of work load and they boys sanity to consider, we decided to buy something a little more “done.”  And by pooling our resources we were able to do this more easily.  The figures just make sense.  Share a mortgage, share utilities, share the cost of yard maintenance, SHARE THE CRAZY lol and on and on.

academywide

{Yes it is a 1927 Tudor with painted brick, worth living with your mama for I say, even if does need some yard work still and a more fluffing but we thrive on that right? And can I just say i SO see a curved black awning with white trim over the front door!}

Of course there is a flip side.  An adjustment period I might.  My ego.  I will be honest, approaching 42 and “living with my mom” wasn’t my vision for life. But this isn’t the house I grew up in…we made the decision and share the financial burdens together. But still, two women learning to bend to one another and *gasp* give up a  little control of their castle is a journey you might say . . .  But we decided it was worth it.  We try to laugh a lot and apologize a lot when boundaries are crossed.  Oh yes it happens.  See my mom is a spitfire.  She is cute and small and always in a good mood but she IS BUSY and the safety police.  I am moody and more blunt and frankly this honey badger doesn’t care about a lot of her concerns (“Holly, there is crazy wire in the attic OMG what is it, there might be some cardboard under the house, that is hazard!!”).  Deep breaths.  But I really try to respect her and be loving to her.  Watching her go through breast cancer 5 years ago makes that a little easier for me these days. Although I may have said last Sunday,”OMG leave my sh*t alone” or something of that nature, I also know deep within my heart and mind that

WE ARE STRONGER TOGETHER.

So lots more coming on this social experiment.  And the house.  And meshing our stuff, and styles.  And how its messing up the boys.  I kid, I kid…they love it. They have their own rooms upstairs and a charming playroom and larger yard! Maybe Nana will even do a guest post.  Maybe she will even become a dog person eventually. Maybe I will become less controlling and moody and learn to let some little things not irritate me so much.  This may not be forever but it’s for now and it is good even though we are only about six weeks in . . . so I will keep you posted.

So pray for us, that this is a sweet chapter in our family’s story.

#threegenerationsoneroof

#dontmovemystuff (unless you are sweeping or vacuuming or folding clothes please don’t stop doing that)

Related Posts with Thumbnails