Monday, September 28, 2015
If you know me at all you know that I am generally not a nostalgic person. I love to purge, don't collect, love to keep things basic, and struggle to understand my nostalgic best friends "treasures".
But since I have hit my 40's I have discovered that there is a bank of memories that I do cherish & I have tried to embrace them.
When I was little my family had an angel that topped our tree each year. Each Christmas I had with D'Arcy I would tell him about it when we were decorating & explain how Colleen & I fought over hanging her on the tree. I would describe her glittery wings & halo and how she floated on a cloud. She was so beautiful! A few years ago on a whim I did a search for a vintage angel tree topper & there she was! I cannot tell you how excited I was. And she was for sale! Now when she came I think that D'Arcy was a little shocked at how basic she was - but to me she was just as beautiful as when I was little & now each year my girls fight to put her on the tree.
As kids Colleen and I had certain things we loved to play over & over again. Barbies & store. Not just any store - Button store. We would put up our mom's ironing board get out the monopoly money & button jar & set up our shop. We would group all the gold & shiny buttons together. We would spend hours playing. I loved telling the story to my friends as an adult. My nostalgic bestie Melissa blessed me with an amazing Christmas gift by giving me a jar of buttons & I can't explain how much that meant to me. She understood my memories & understood I cherished them so much. Now each day I smile as I get ready & pass my button jar on my dresser. Who would think a jar of buttons was such a treasure?
As a child I loved going to my Auntie Margaret's house. She was always spoiling us with love & attention & I loved to hang with my cousins Jeff & Shannon. My Auntie Margaret is one of those ladies that has a spotless house & it is always so well decorated. I remember fondly walking into my Aunts house & having the smell of Pine-Sol waft at me. Pure bliss for this gal. Now with my own home I love to get out the Pine-Sol and wash my floors. Each time I get a whiff of that smell I am back at my Auntie Margaret's giggling and playing. Lately it has been a great reminder too for me to pray for my Auntie Margaret - she hasn't been feeling too hot so while washing my floors & smelling Pine-Sol, I pray for her and thank God for all the amazing things she is to me.
So I guess what I am trying to say is Nostalgia isn't so bad. In fact I might even love it. It is something that takes you back to those great moments in life that live deep down in your soul. It gives you a warm feeling inside & a big smile on your face. Now don't get me wrong - I am still all about no clutter & purge, purge, purge. But if my house is burning down - I am grabbing my family, button jar, angel & Pine-Sol.