I haven't dusted in FOREVER. And well, it showed. Mary Poppins would be sure to banish me to my room had she seen my shelves, so it became quite the chore that I have avoided. But it could wait no longer. I finally said, "I must!"
I began with the dustiest of dusty places. Start with the worst chore first, right? And then the funniest thing happened...I began to notice all my cool stuff. The stuff that I don't have time to pay too much attention to every day, but I originally styled it so that I would pay attention to it. Or at least feel super trendy in my surroundings and happy every time I looked around me. Like how I have a vintage yellow book about how to cook an omelet perched on top of a yellow copy of Robinson Crusoe. I mean, how cool am I?
I buffed and sprayed and shined and blew the dust away so that I could give my awesome-to-me items a clean resting place once again. To see modern art and design and thrift and vintage in one place at one time. Centered and thoughtfully layed out. I relished in my personality amongst books and vases and that one picture whose stillness moves my soul.
And to think! A mundane chore that I had avoided had now become a moment that my spirit treasured. A reminder of what I love. What brings a smile to my face. What makes me comfortable and soothes my designing heart.
I realized that my definition of "cool" far surpassed the 1994 version of MC Hammer pants. Instead "coolness" in design is a feeling of being centered...confident...knowing that my style completely encompasses who I am and that no matter what the trend is, I am me and I have the ability to reflect that.
Pretty darn cool.
I loved the reminder.