When did the spirit of the holidays go from sharing and celebrating together to buying and entertaining and doing a million things at once? Christmas has in many ways become a very commercial endeavour. We seem to buy trinkets and decorations and clothing and the latest technology just because it feels like it's expected or its a great deal. It takes an enormous toll on our wallets, our sanity and on the planet.
I've been working with a client this week who wants to refresh her small-ish living room so that it's more comfortable and inviting for her family of four. She didn't need a ton of help - her home is already beautiful and welcoming - but she felt she needed a little help getting the layout right and sourcing some new furniture. I spent just a little time this week through Design Coaching to get her on her way to completing the room on her own.
Hands up if you've drooled over a home in a magazine, on Pinterest or on HGTV and thought, "If my home could look like that I'd be so happy".
Yep, me too. But in reality, even if we could mimic those homes (on our realistic budgets - ha!) we wouldn't be happy. Because they just wouldn't feel right. A designed and styled space can look great at first, but your own home - you know, the one you actually live real life in - needs to be rooted in function and meaning, and that can’t come from any magazine or TV show. It comes from your story, your purpose, and your values. If it's just style, it feels hollow.
For the past week or so I’ve come across so many friends and coworkers who are frazzled, tired and ready to give in - give in to the overwhelm they’ve been desperately trying to keep at bay; give in to the despair lurking in the relentless media broadcasts of the horrible things happening around the world; and give in to their inner voice that says “it’s all too much; I can’t do it.”
My philosophy and style for home and life is Essentialism. It comes from the eye-opening book, Essentialism, by Greg McKeown that helped change the way I do things at work and in my calendar, and that I also adopted for home as well.
I've always been a simplifier, but I'm not a minimalist - I like the comforts of
It's funny how we think we're the only ones dealing with overwhelm and busyness isn't it? I got a reminder this week that we're not alone and we're not the first generation to struggle with being busy, nor to find solutions.
My mom was combing through a box of old photos and clippings that belonged to my great-aunt Mary, who remained single throughout her life and lived what everyone presumed to be a peaceful life in an upstairs apartment of the home my Mom and her family lived in when my Mom was a kid. Inside this box was