As I worked through the house yesterday, I thought of my home as a museum. I found "vintage floors" with "exposed" wood underneath (on account of the torn linoleum). I found cracked door frames. I swept stairs which were in "old" condition. There were cobwebs in out-of-the way areas. I had to sort and archive files and bills and other such family histories.
I became the keeper of the Museum. And I was the mistress and secretary of this estate. It made things so much more fun!
We "take" guests here-and-there and do our best to make sure they are comfortable while they visit. We provide refreshments. We show them around the quaint rooms, with the mismatched furniture.
I spend much of the day taking care of this old place and the lovely people who reside here. I want their remembrances of home to be unique and endearing.
Torn carpets and other such nonsense are part of the charm of my home. Thus, it is when I am cleaning that I am most attached to this old place.
blessings
Mrs. White
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2 comments:
Dear Mrs. White,
Liked this post! Doing a home blessing also blesses the family that lives there!
The first time I heard cleaning a home is a home blessing it registered in my soul. Liked it.
May you have a terrific new year 2011.
God bless,
d from homehaven
I have always wanted memories of my home to be unique and endearing, too. Lovely post - thank you.
Hallee
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