“Life is too short for you
to be the caretaker
of the wrong details.”
When I graduated from
undergraduate 25 years ago, my high school English teacher with whom I am still
in touch gifted me a copy of Alexandra Stoddard’s Living a Beautiful Life: 500 Ways to Add Elegance,
Order, Beauty, and Joy to Every Day of Your Life (1986). Stoddard cites the
great authors to show how attention to detail is key in living a beautiful
life. Stoddard who is an interior designer has a much different aesthetic than
I have; however, her emphasis on rituals and even her “grace notes” such as
“lift your mood with a new fragrance” and “have a special basket for the mail.
It looks pretty, and it’s fun to bring into the living room or library, to open
at leisure” have stayed with me over the years. Her writing focuses on
transforming space to make it something that one can live within. It doesn’t
require money or status. It’s simply living what one considers a beautiful
life. I've been thinking about that a great deal lately.
For the next two weeks, my bathroom is being renovated. I’ve saved for it for quite some time and even had the tiles in our garage since last October. Our contractor scheduled us beginning tomorrow and concluding on Friday the 13th!
I don’t want to say that I’ve hated this bathroom for three years because it was someone’s dream and choice; and likely the woman who picked this magnolia tile planted a garden here and had a say in the red brick path we unearthed and love. It isn’t to my taste and I look forward to big changes but I’m blessing the old choices as they leave this home. Maybe I’ll even keep a magnolia tile and plant it in the garden.
My designer glitter grout won’t arrive in time even though I ordered it weeks in advance of its estimated delivery date so we’re going with my pre-awareness-of-black-glitter-grout-plan. And per my fabulous contractor, the quality of glitter grout is somewhat questionable. He broke it to me gently and he is the one who had the idea to make the capstone of my shed into a coffin shape so I do trust him.
This weekend I had to go to two paint locations to find the paint I needed. Each store had only one and their response was that I was lucky. Everything is delayed and out of stock, and has been for a while. But for me, it’s finally coming together! This little toiletries-bag, the pumpkin, will be my best buddy for two weeks as I am sharing my fella’s bathroom, which I acknowledge we are fortunate enough to have two baths so this renovation is all very doable with little interruption.