When I saw this clever line, I immediately thought they were onto something.
Staying home must be one of the greatest and most underrated pleasures of all time; home is the “new” fancy place.
I am trying to recall how I felt about staying home in my earlier years. I don’t know if I had much of the fear-of-missing-out phobia, as I don’t recall worrying about it overly. I was the opposite I hated going away and I was never happier than pottering about at home. If anything I probably had to be forced to get out and about.
Some can be out day and night, flittering from one event and a myriad of activities every day of the week. Their idea of heaven is my worst nightmare. Not me; I find the frenetic life exhausting and crave the peace and quiet of “home”. Even when travelling and I do love to travel, I find the home-away-from-home becomes the substitute for home. I have the tendency to be homemaker wherever I am, whether it is for an extended holiday or simply a weekend away. I can’t help myself, wherever I am I make it “mine”.
I guess I like to make my mark in a place, whether it is permanent or fleeting.
I travel with a few creature comforts, small bits and pieces that make me feel settled and cosy in unfamiliar digs; often pieces to trigger the senses and remind me of home.
“Home” is our castle.
I have never understood those who don’t care about their surroundings although I do envy them in a way. Creating a home and caring about the interior can become an obsession. There is a balance to seek and I hope these days I’m there. When I was younger I strove for perfection, within my capabilities and focused on every small internal and external detail. I question how much I really relaxed and enjoyed that environment. I remember our early days in Provence; I never sat still, I was always re-inventing and re-arranging.
Today, I don’t fret if a little mess interrupts the view or we aren’t as “together” as I would like. I am happy where things sit and I leave them alone. Yes, I do make small changes here and there but nothing like I once did. I am trying to enjoy the moment more, accept home is a home and banish the “showpiece” mentality. Help! I think I’m growing up.
Home is our security blanket, our nest and it is important to feel at one with it. Recently I have had an unsettled feeling; we are in-between in London and I am realising that temporary, however comfortable is a little de-stabilising. Like it or not, staying home is my fancy place and I’m ready to set up another one. Being at home, where you belong, is one potent feeling. I miss the commitment to bricks and mortar. In Provence, I always feel at home but I’m not always at home, if you see what I mean? Life, family and commitments have led me away and everyday life is more London focused.
Staying home? Is it the new going out to a fancy place?
I’m thinking yes. xv
Staying Home Is The New Fancy: Go Grey
just because we are at home doesn’t mean we don’t look good; comfortable dresses are my go-to for look and feel
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