People with blogs of kith and kindred interests (and some not so much) post a link to their own particular blog. There are sometimes hundreds of them for each "party" -- and so you get to look over little mini-photographs and little mini-descriptions such as "Living Room Re-do" and "Dresser Re-do" and click on the link if you want to see more -- or you can pass it by. If you click on the link, voila, you are instantly transported to someone else's blog to read about that particular project and see photographs. It's wonderful! If you like where you are, you can stay and explore, or bookmark the blog and go back later on, when you have more time...
And thus, today, while visiting one such "party" I ended up at Debbie-Dabble's blog. I believe her post to the "party" was something about "red and green" and pictured a Christmas tree. Imagine posting a blog entry with a Christmas tree in March? Well, I just had to find out more.
Let me tell you what hooked me in once I was magically whisked to Debbie's website: it was a blog entry she did on February 18, 2012:
Do You Ever Think About What You Post on Your Blog May Mean to Those Who Read It?
I have often wondered about this very thing, probably because I'm an historian, researcher and writer by passionate avocation, although none of those things is what I do to support this household (but the skills do come in handy on occasion).
I know how much the written word can affect people. But even if you do manage to reach out and touch the occasional reader, you don't usually know about it, unless that person leaves a message telling you so. Nope, you just have to sorta kinda hope that what you're doing may connect with someone else, preferably, thousands of someone elses.
I read what Debbie had to say on the subject, and was so incredibly touched by what she wrote. She wrote straight from the heart, and what she wrote went straight to my heart. So, I explored her blog a little bit further, and then left a message. Because I felt I just had to let her know that I, silly moi, had found her blog and visited, and really really like who she is and what she does.
It seems to me that Debbie is a woman who spreads joy, light, laughter and love wherever she goes. I have sometimes (not often, I'll admit, but sometimes) wished that I was that kind of person. Don't get me wrong, I believe that I am a generous, loving person, and I do express that in my own cock-eyed way, but in translation things usually don't come out quite right -- and besides, I have absolutely no damn patience for people I consider trumped up Donald Trump types or fools! No, I'm no Debbie-Dabble. She, well, I know this is going to sound absurd, but Debbie does seem to incorporate into her personality the primary attributes of the Great Mother Goddess, in her most benign aspect.
Now, I consider myself a Goddess, too. But I'm no Mother, that's for sure. I'm far too temperamental and bitchy to be a good mother and thank Goddess I was smart enough, when I grew up and got over my sentimental 6th grade "Oh, I want to have a DOZEN children - or become a Nun", to not become a parent. Or a Nun. Being a generous Aunty has been more than enough, thank you. That's okay. The world is more than big enough to hold me and Debbie-Dabble quite comfortably together.
I won't go so far as to say we're two peas from the same pod, but I feel a definite kinship with elements of her decorating style. Debbie has a flare for the dramatic, and I think I do too. I like how she puts unexpected things together. Her feeling is downhome comfortable. I'm headed more in that direction away from "House Beautiful" myself over the past several years -- when I've had time to even think about it. Of late, I've been thinking about it (that turning "60" thing...). "House Beautiful" looks fab in photographs, but how does it really function in day to day living? It's fine if there's just you in the house (and you can afford a housekeeper to come in once a week, like moi, to do the vacuuming and dusting, etc.) and hardly put a dent in one of those perfectly constructed "vignettes" and 42 pillows piled upon your bed! But come on, let's get real! I sure as hell don't want to be messing with removing pillows from my bed when I'm tired and ready to hit the sack! I sure as hell wouldn't want Mr. Don tripping over any of those same pillows which would, I've no doubt, end up all over the bedroom floor because the "master" bedroom isn't all that "master" in size and the chair isn't large enought to hold 42 pillows.
|Debbie-Dabble's "fake" mantel. Not only does this remind me of my own "Spring mantel",|
I see definite signs of Home Interiors! I've got lots of Home Interiors items, too. My friend's sister
sold Home Interiors for many years and when I bought my first house in 1986 I bought many
items, and then in subsequent years. The wallpaper border reminds me of the border I removed from my
bedroom that had been pink for 19 years (finally repainted in late 2009) and through three different borders
over the years but always the same underlying pink walls and the same curtains (made from sheets).
EEK! It was beautiful, I have to admit, but past its prime, and I was so tired of the pink.
Elsewhere at Debbie-Dabble's blog I saw the beautiful print "Roses, Roses" also by Home Interiors, that
hung in my own bedroom for many years and is currently stashed in a closet. I may never use the
print again, but I may use the frame some day, because it is drop dead gorgeous.
My decorating style, on the other hand, prominently features pagan goddesses, hopelessly out of "trend" colors and furniture (I still have a 27" tube t.v. in my family room that I watch DVDs on) and my bookcases are nightmares to the decorating queens of the internet because they are utterly unorganized and cluttered with photographs and memorabilia from my travels here and there, and loaded down with pending research stacked haphazardly in teetering piles. Lighting is - crap. I don't like bright light unless it's the sun shining in and then I yank back the curtains and let her rip, fading all of my fabrics.... But generally at night, I prefer candle light. Or those new-fangled "flameless" candles that I never knew existed until recently. Geez, talk about being hopelessly out of touch!
We need more Debbie-Dabbles in the world. She has achieved her own unique personal style and has a happy-feeling house. What more can one ask than to have a happy-feeling house? Isn't that what we're all trying to achieve? We won't achieve that by being cookie-cutters of each other, because WE are not cookie-cutters of each other.