Past two weeks have been immensely crazy, bustling with activities making me scatter in all directions. We have shifted our house, yet again and I am busy setting it up. Its immensely exhaustive, frustrating and yet creatively gratifying experience for someone like me who absolutely loves decorating house. Well, its like having a huge blank canvas waiting to be painted!
Friends are surprised that I am not on shopping spree for the new house as it has bigger and better space and scope for "designing" . Well, its an office accommodation hence there is no point in investing in it beyond certain point. And for me, home is never a tool to flaunt an image. Instead of a show stopper house that boasts owners'"success" and "wealth", bearing stamps of the latest trends, I prefer a more personal space that resonates essence of the people who live there, even in most unstated corners.
What is the point in having a cold designer space, a "perfect" house from a photo shoot of some design magazine with the most impressive brand names if it is devoid of warmth? I love my home to be inviting where people feel welcome and absolutely cozy, at ease with the spirit of the home. My home for me is a reflection of who I am and it holds charm of my understanding and aesthetic sense. Its a space that mirrors splendor of my heart and soul; a space where I am just happy to BE. The real embellishments are the little acts of love, care, sharing and lot of laughter of people that bring grace and beauty to the aesthetic of our home.
As I try to decide places to keep objects gifted by loved ones and stray memorabilia that evoke personal stories, the real nature of who we as people really are is beautifully evoked. The scratches and marks on furniture that have not faded even after getting them polished, are the marks of the history very dear to heart. The glow of simple paper lights or aroma candle, the serene tidiness of the home adorned with heady fragrance of fresh flowers or Auroville incense, a bigger "rangoli" at the entrance transform a seemingly ordinary day into something remarkably spectacular, making family togetherness much more delightful.
Fortunately, our previous house is in adjacent building so I am not going to miss out on the huge trees from the garden and lots of birds singing songs in gay abandon. I still wake up to the divine fragrance of fresh flowers and birds chirping at early mornings. And guess what, the new home allows great view including endless opportunities for star gazing! But more on my star gazing experiences, some other time. The carpenter has just arrived to mount some paintings on the wall. Its time to sign off.
They say change is good and I am so loving it!!
