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Top Ten Homey Touches: How to Make an Apartment a Home

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We were just married and on the same day we signed a lease for a small condo. Entering our first new place was like a horror novel. Upon opening the outside closet we discovered a pile of feces. (And, I’m not sure that it wasn’t human.) But, the goodies didn’t end there. We ventured further- the first room, the living room, was supposed to have new blinds up. Instead, the white blinds were lazing on the floor doing little for our privacy. Next was the bedroom, another set of blinds on the floor, but that wasn’t what was bothersome. Connected to our room was the bathroom, with NO door. Before I could get too torn up about the “no door” situation, another entirely different situation assailed my nose. A unholy stank hit me with staggering force. Braving on, we peeked into the bathroom. On the floor was a crumpled white t-shirt, or it would’ve been white had it not been for the brown streaks. I prayed silently, “Please be paint.” It was not. At this point the smell was almost too unbearable to stand, but we had more to see. Clasping each other’s hands as if contesting who could cut off the other’s circulation the fastest, we pressed on. That horrid smell, it was coming from the toilet. Mustering all my strength and will power, I used one unfortunate finger to flip the lid. What resided in that toilet was the most murky, ungodly, gagging thing another human could possibly make. It took weeks to scrub away the smell and ringed evidence from the criminal act that was committed on that poor toilet. I would like to say the horrors stop there, but they don’t. A couple days later I did laundry. After washing and drying a load I pulled the pile out, along with something else. That something, fell onto the floor. It looked like a little fuzzy lint. I put the laundry on the bed before leaning down to inspect the little fuzzy thing. It was the dried carcass of a brown mouse. And yet, we were so thankful for being able to rent a place, we didn’t complain. Now, we live in a much nicer dwelling (easy to do from where we started.) That being said, I never really made that apartment home. So, when we moved to this apartment, I decided I wasn’t going to wait until it felt like home to make home happen. In fact, I’m pleased with the results. My home, where I spend the majority of my time, is now a haven verses a prison.

My Top Ten Homey Touches. 

1. Keeping the peace. I know it can be hard when you have baby puke in your hair, two screaming babies, and a house that may as well be the home of the Adam’s family. But, experts in phycology can look at your environment and only account for 10% of you happiness. That is all! I’m not discounting an environment, because I know it still influences us, but how much more can we influence our environment? Peace isn’t something that occurs because everything is perfect, it occurs because we choose it. The center of a hurricane is known as “the eye of the storm” inside that raging beast is a peaceful and calm center. That is what I try to choose, and even if I fail to remain calm, I’m still encouraged that I’m more peaceful now than I’ve ever been. This attitude papers your home’s walls with something much more beautiful than any décor.

My creative area! I have to de-clutter it constantly.

My creative area! I have to de-clutter it constantly.

2. Clutter free. I’m not going to lie, I will never win the cleanest house, or even most-of-the-time-clean-house. Nope, my house is frequently messy, even if I clean it several times a day. Blame it on the kids, my creative spirit, or plain laziness, but that is the truth. However, it isn’t so bad with toys scattered hither and thither if I don’t have those sneaky piles of junk that goes who knows where. Mentally, I keep telling myself, everything has to have a place. I’m not perfect on this, but my constant quest to de-clutter has made our little apartment more than tolerable. And slowly, it is looking more and more comfortable.

3 Photos. The power of a picture should never be underestimated. Little baby hands, wedding kisses, and my brother and sisters’ goofy smiles can make a day bright even in the darkest of times. Not to mention, it is encouraging to see my family and myself growing and changing. If I’m grumpy with my husband looking at photos of us immediately makes me mushy and sentimental towards him (same with my kids!)

4. Making my bed. I have done this ever since reading an article about 5 Things Happy People Do. It was super helpful. Even if my house is a disaster the bed being made makes me happy and feel just a little more in control of the surrounding chaos.

Print sellers: Print on right can be found at idrawrainbows.com , middle print is from the shop ThePaperNut on Etsy, and the left from chiou.storenvy.com

Print sellers: Print on right can be found at idrawrainbows.com , middle print is from the shop ThePaperNut on Etsy, and the left from chiou.storenvy.com

5. Artsy Fartsy. I love art. I love to see it spilling a creative vibe and whimsy onto my plain white walls. I love buying prints and am so excited to see someone’s talent bless me and my home with inspiration!

 6. Function and beauty. Everything I own I try to not just make beautiful, but functional. An apartment only has so much room and storage, so if you aren’t using it, and it isn’t necessary, you may not need it. Luckily we can often up-cycle an item to make it more functional. For example, the changing table. It wasn’t being used for babies and it was taking up space, but I wanted somewhere to put shoes, toys, and on top something fun like a coffee center. I’m pleased with it being still useful and pretty!

Changing Table that is now my storage center. (Currently I have a record player and my vinyl records on top)

Changing Table that is now my storage center. (Currently I have a record player and my vinyl records on top)

7. Oh the smells we smell. Isn’t it crazy how everyone’s house has a unique scent, (or sometimes a funk.) I really like to make my house smell nice- I clean more, I feel better, and it can cover the strange odors a baby can make. When we first got married we were super short on money, but I took $15, which was a lot to me, and bought a box of bath & body wallflowers, candles, home oils, and home sprays that were listed on craigslist. To this day I use the same ones I bought and have yet to run out!

8. Curtains. I bought my curtains after receiving an electric bill last summer that topped $300! The Oklahoma heat ramped up to 100 F most weeks and we could not keep cool. The little AC unit in this apartment is not large enough for the space- even on full throttle it wouldn’t get down from 75 F. We decided to invest in power saver curtains (and get curtain rods) to hopefully offset future bills. They have helped a little with the bill, but mostly they are beautiful and look much nicer then the sheet we tacked up in our last apartment. Curtains are a homey touch that takes away the “temporariness” that is easy to feel in an apartment.

9. Contentment. This one took a long time for me. I have kids and being in an apartment, at times, made me feel like I failed. I know it is silly and plenty of families live in apartments instead of houses, but it took time to adjust my thoughts on it. It kind of goes with the “inner-peace thing,” but it is a little different. For me it involved not being embarrassed of my little dwelling and owning it. This is my place! I live here and I’m happy with it. I still want a house, and someday will have a yard and our own place, but in the meantime I am content.

10. Have a C.S. Lewis moment. A tea pot and a good book. Perhaps this is entirely a “me” thing, but a hot mug and a nice book is my way to relax and feel right at home. Fall is upon us and we are often burrowing into our home and thinking Hobbit thoughts. My cute little tea pot and china cups bring me a sense of home and hospitality. It’s cheesy, but images of “Pride and Prejudice” pop into my brain. Hot beverages and a great story make everything much more cozy and welcoming no matter where you are at!

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Job title: Mom

I would like to address some wonderful questions and statements that mothers receive. Starting with this one:

Gosh, it must be nice to be a stay at home mom and do nothing.

Yep, us stay at home-uneducated mothers just love to sit on our fat bottoms and eat Oreos all day. Well, that does sound pretty good to me but that just isn’t the case. I’m more likely to be cleaning Oreo off the floor or scrubbing a child’s dirty face then actually getting to eat the Oreos. And if I am eating the Oreos I’m normally hiding in the closet during nap time stuffing them in as fast as I can before they wake up. Instead of imaging all these glorious creative projects I am imaging the day my first-born will be potty trained. I imagine not having to wash diapers every other day. I know my dreams don’t seem big, but they are mine. The truth is, being a stay at home mom is hard, and lonely. We live in a society that believes all problems are due to how our mother raised us- too clingy, too distant, not caring, too caring. It can be frightening holding your fresh newborn and thinking gosh, I can screw this all up. And this job of motherhood is hard enough without having people thinking it isn’t a job. Which brings us to our next question.

So, you just stay at home with your kids, don’t you have bigger ambitions?”

To those people I would like them to look at the world, look at the hardness and the times we live in. Do you really think what we need as a society is more parents who call their children inconveniences? Yes, I have dreams for myself. And yes, it is so hard to clean poop off diapers to save money, but not for one second do I look at my children and feel regret or disdain. They are the biggest accomplishment I will ever have. And finally, my favorite question:

Don’t you want to reach your full-potential?

I say sure, I could go back to school, which someday I may, and study and start a successful career. Honestly, being a mother, I don’t reach my full-potential. I have to go beyond my potential, capability, and understanding. From the moment they are conceived, through labor, delivery and every breath they take from that point I have to be responsible for their body, spirit and soul. And it is impossible, there is only so much as a human being you can do, your full potential is just not near enough. So, as a mother, you have to pray. You have to pray for them for their safety, for their hearts, for the times in life that the world will turn its back on them and make them feel small and insignificant. If you say that would never happen I ask, have you? Have you ever felt small, or insignificant, or scared? If the answer is yes, then realize only God can be and is the only help that can be offered. And though you are a mother, you are not God. So yes I may never reach my full potential, but I sure will go beyond those fences and into uncharted territory that is messy, hazy, and ultimately the most beautiful and fulfilling work that can be imagined. And to the moms who do work as well as wear the messy, sticky badge of mother I say kudos and you are a hero. All that matters is that as mothers we do our jobs-love our kids, teach them to be decent human beings, and pray like our kids lives depend on it, because they do.

Happy Mothering!

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