I didn’t need to worry however, because within a day my mother of White Spray Paint fame drove in from the ranch-her car loaded to the top-followed by my father pulling a cattle trailer.
Out of that trailer came my white bedroom furniture, a couch and chair, a small dining table and two chairs and lamps.
And then the relatives arrived.
My Uncle Jerry put down the carpet, my Aunt Sherry painted walls, my Murchison cousins brought gifts, my grandparents brought all sorts of small appliances, all while my mother helped me make this simple bare place into a home.
Also, on that day, unknown to me because that was his way, my Father had a side of butcher wrapped beef delivered to Gafford’s Meat Locker on 14th street as a gift to us.
The message here for me, which is the ongoing message of my blog White Spray Paint, is that it is about the simple things in life and enjoying what we have.
The flea market finds in the photos above, from the botanical birthday prints, to the lamps, to the brass tray table are all simply ways we make our house a home.
I am so honored to post these thoughts on Joyce’s blog today.
Every time I read one of her posts, I fell I am connecting to a kindred spirit.
Her lovely home, and her gardening and love of family all appeal to that young woman you just read about from many years ago, who stood in that garage apartment while her mother guided her in how to make a house a home.