{At Home} 5 Minutes of Colour

Have you ever felt a little overwhelmed by all the various styles and types of designs?
There are so many rad, lovely products out there nowadays.
Polka dot bedsheets… gorgeous quilts, lights, clothes!
Heck, to even choose your favourite amongst the ocean of dining chair designs is a little bit suffocating at times.
These are probably what I would call first world problems.

This year, we will be building an extension to our new home.
Add another bedroom and a bathroom. Scrap old kitchen, build new one.
I am terrified of screwing up.
I don’t know how my Mum did it way back in the days where there was no internet.
Mum loved interior design and I always loved our old home and the way she built and decorated it. (Now, let’s just hope some snazzy decorating gene of hers has found its way into me).

A darling friend of mine dropped her whole collection of Home Beautiful mags, told me to ‘knock myself out’ with them. I love her!
After poring through about 48 out of the 100 issues bestowed to me, I am still feeling a little dissatisfied.
I think, home mags can only help you that much.

I do feel strongly that a home should serve its owners. And not just be a pretty thing.
Especially when you spend a bomb on it. Which is most of the time nowadays.
Architecture or design that is beautiful but not practical isn’t clever at all.
And how a home serves you, is so much more exemplified when there is a family living in it.
Suddenly… you have all these people. All these feet. Everywhere. All the rooms are being used, some at the same time.

I just wanted three things in a home:
I wanted another bedroom.
I wanted to be able to see my kids in the garden from my kitchen.
I like small. I didn’t want one of those house/land packages with a huge double storey 5 bedroom house. Those houses are a nightmare to me. Cleaning!!!!

But I still wasn’t, and am still not sure of what really is a good home to me.
What does my home need to have to honestly serve this little family of mine well?
Sometimes, walking around and taking 5 minutes to take photos gives you ideas of how you use your home.

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I have succumbed to the fact that my home will always be messy when my kids are young.
We try to pack up most days and do an ok job. But other days, we just leave the mess around. And it is ok.
This is hard for me to accept, just because I used to be a neat, organised person when I was living along and my eyes just zoom in on mess.
But… seriously. You can’t do kids and not have mess!

Looking through the pictures… I realise what is important to us.
I also realise what might be missing and what we should have more of, that for some reason, has not had more of a presence at home.
I love colour. All pops of colour.
A colourful home makes me very very happy and gives me the the brightness I need.
Some friends of mine have really beautiful neutral homes or some others have really earthy, natural homes which I think reflects them and their own personalities so well. I love being at the homes of others and just absorbing the energy that is in there.
Which makes me think.
Does having a messy house make my children more frazzled???
If I had a simpler and more bare home, would my children calm down?!
Would I calm down?!
It probably would have a nice effect on me, which is quite an amusing thought.

Someone wise said that it is best to start with a clean, whitish palette or shell… so that you can slowly add the colours that you like in the forms of furniture and other decor.
And I think it is really important to keep asking myself whether I really really want that in my house before I bring it home.

Do you share the same dilemma as me?
How does your home make you feel?

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First.

Isn’t it true?

You have lots of firsts with your eldest child.
The first time she smiled at you.
The first time she ate that mushy baby cereal.
The first time she made a friend at kinder and told you all about it.
They’re usually bossy. Mine is.

I had another first this week with my eldest.
The first time I sent a child off to primary school.
Prep. As they call it here.
I don’t know who was more excited. Or nervous.

I grew up in Singapore.
School, especially primary school, is very different from school here.
I had absolutely no clue what to expect my child to be doing in primary school here.
“What do you do every day in primary school?”
“What do you mean what to you do? You just play!”
“What do you mean play? Don’t you have subjects? Like an hour of Math, English and Science?”
“Well I guess you do when you get older…”
“Do you have exams in Prep?”
“What! No… you don’t have exams in primary school.”
“Do you have a desk of your own??”
“Why do you need to label all these clothes and shoes?!!”

And so there I was.
I felt like the one starting first day of school.
Please forgive my questions, dear husband.
We had exams from the word go back in Singapore.
We had textbooks and workbooks when we started Grade 1.

Learning is so so different here. And I really do appreciate it.
I still feel like I am going to learn so much about school, together with my child…
At least one thing is the same worldwide.
We all contact our books.
Amen.

Her dad took the day off to see her on her first day of school.
I really loved that he did that.
That he always thinks of doing things like that.
He laughed at me when I told him that I felt so excited, happy but also so sad that I could cry… that Clari was at school.
I still tear up and feel a huge lump in my throat just thinking about it.
He said I was crazy. That there were all these mums out there who are crazy.
I guess there is truth to what he said.

We took our Second, Celeste out to the city and had some yummy food, went to the playground and she had an absolutely ball of a time.

And today, as I sat and painted together with Celeste at home, just the two of us, it did feel nice.
To be able to focus ALL my attention on just one child for once. For a whole day.
I’m so sorry, Celeste.
You had to wait 2 years for this moment!!

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So there you go.
Thanks for being here and sharing in this special sweet family moment for me.

Clari did eventually come home.
It was a long 6 and a half hours to wait for school pick up.
I was dying to find out what had happened.
She was SO happy.
I haven’t seen her this excited in a while.

“I LOVE my school!”, she said.

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