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Nesting & Settling In

Reflections circa 1970’s/1980’s:

I grew up in a home where my mother made the best of what we had.  She was great at it. My mom could take an old rent house with or with out any help she would paint, clean and DIY it into a lovely home.  If we didn’t have the money to buy window coverings she would pull out the trusty sewing machine and make lovely custom curtains.

I love the environment I grew up in.  DIY was always the first choice and at times the only choice.  Recycling was a daily routine.  Not recycling like putting out bins for the city to pick up and carry off.  That type of recycling had not been invented yet.  Recycling like, nothing is thrown away without a thorough examination of whether that item could be used for something else.  No piece of clothing or any fabric was thrown away.  It was either passed down or cut up and turned into another piece of clothing or a blanket or curtain or pillow.  If we had no one to give it to or nothing to make with it, it was sent to Goodwill Industries.

My mom taught me the importance in reusing things, saving money, and how to sew among many, many other things.  My mom is my hero.  She always smiled and made the best out of every situation.

Flash forward to the present:

I’ve lived here in this big house for six years.  This house is not huge but it is the biggest home I’ve ever lived in much less owed.  I am just now creating a home.  For six years my house has been just a house.  I have not made it a home.  We have had a lot of turmoil and to top it off all the kids are now grown up and out on their own. Our youngest turned 18 and is eager and able to dive into his own life and bright future.  Empty nest is here.  It is now just the two of us and we have let the spare bedrooms sit as storage rooms for several years now.  I need to start settling in and nesting for this odd and quiet second half of our lives.  Where to start?

empty-nest

So far in January I have done the following:

I clean out both spare rooms completely giving away every item in those rooms I have not used in over a year or have no use for

I put a spare bed in one room for guests

I set up an area in one spare room for sewing and crafts

I sorted all my fabrics I have been storing to use and started and finished one quilt and some curtains

I sorted out and organized all my craft items and turned a hall closet into a craft closet

I turned one spare room walk in closet into a toy/play area for the grandchildren

I turned one spare room into a home office and the same rooms closet is now housing all my husbands and my hunting gear

I emptied the kitchen pantry, all cabinets and drawers, cleaned and organized them and got rid off all excess gadgets that were never used

I made living room drapes out of some fabric I had bought 12 years ago

I got all paperwork out, sorted through it and shredded half of it that was old and unnecessary

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What’s going on here?!

I guess I’m finally nesting and settling in to the second half of our lives.  I am looking forward to a bright future and a home filled with love and grandchildren’s laughter.  I am also looking forward to all the quiet times where my husband and I can have places in our home to do those sewing projects (My awesome hubs sews with me. I call him my renaissance man), craft projects or just a place to pay the bills and balance the checkbook.

Empty nest syndrome is not going to get us down!  We have a big awesome home all to ourselves and we are going to use it to enjoy life, not as a museum and storage place for the past.

Hippie Lady

Peace and love to you on this beautiful day!

 

 

 

 


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#Tattoos #Aging and other things…

The next tattoo I think I want.  I’m doing it. Soon.

 I wonder if the grand kids will be thinking Nana has lost her mind.

First purple and blue hair. Hey why wait until I’m 80 to do it?  Next a tattoo on my shoulder. Shall I dare say it? The beginning of a “sleeve”. GASP.  😯

 I hope I will look more like this…

 Aging is scary.  I cannot and will not deny my fear mixed with joy of the process. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m not afraid of my looks fading or the wrinkles.  I guess the scary part is losing people, losing time.  Missing out on all the things that will happen after I’m gone.  Like, I’ll never know what my grandchildren will look like old.

The joy in aging is learning new things…  Meeting new people. Relationships and friendships are more meaningful now. Not caring what people think and not having a “beauty standard” to uphold and just doing what I want and being whomever and whatever I want. People just think I’m getting old and crazy.  I don’t care.  It’s fun.

If you Google aging there is a lot to read. It’s a huge industry. It’s overwhelming.

I’m not going to read any of that.

I’m going to go research great tattoo artists in my area and start saving for that sleeve. I don’t know.  Maybe I’ll wait. I’ve got lots of time, after all I’m not even 50 yet. Shocking the kids and grandkids with a sleeve when I’m 70 might be more fun.

 

Hippie Lady ☮✌🏼️💙