I've been thinking lately about how easily we get attached to certain things in our home. They become part of us and part of our lives as they sit watching over us. They are there through the good and the bad, the joyful celebrations and the most difficult days.
Sometimes a minor flaw or imperfection in an item becomes the memory. A dent in a table may bring back memories of a special meal, for example. Or a stained carpet, though not pretty, may have occurred during a party among friends.
I started on this train of thought a few days ago after glancing up at the rooster that sits on top of my fridge. My husband bought him for me a several years ago when we were moving into our home. It was love at first sight (I have a torrid love affair with roosters in my kitchen - I'll make sure to dedicate a post to them someday), and I immediately set him out in the place of honor on my kitchen table.
Somehow, during the chaos of moving in, the tip of his tail feathers broke off. I was heartbroken.
Over the past few years, I've moved him around to different places in the kitchen to try to hide the damaged feathers. I finally settled on the top of the fridge. He's safe there from the hubbub of our crazy lives (and our curious toddler), and as you'll see in a minute the height of the fridge provides a more flattering perspective.
As time goes on, I've stopped seeing the broken piece when I look at him. Instead, I'm reminded of the feelings of joy and excitement we felt then. We were thrilled to be homeowners and to have such a beautiful, perfect new home. We were in awe of the possibilities that lay ahead of us - not just in decorating the home but also in what it symbolized - and humbled by the huge responsibility that being a homeowner brought with the title. It was the perfect start to our lives together as newlyweds, and a big step forward into the big, scary adult world.
It is one of my favorite memories.
So, how big is this break? In the grand scheme of things...not that big.
You can see it pretty well in that picture, right? But if you take a step back and look from a different angle, it's not so easy to see.
And looking up to where he is perched on top of the fridge, you would never even notice the missing piece unless you were looking for it.
So just because something is broken, flawed, or not-quite-perfect doesn't mean you should toss it in the trash - just the opposite! It's so easy to find a way to minimize the "problem" by turning it a certain way, changing the lighting, or even tucking the flawed part of the piece behind something else in a vignette.
What things in your home hold special memories for you? Are there any flaws that add emotional value?