It began when I drooled all over my computer keyboard while clicking through Myrna's house here. Gracious. The woman is a decorating artiste! Please do pop over there after reading this, ok? You'll love it.
Then afterward, Tom and I drove to the Big City, well, the Town of Niagara, and there at Dollar Tree, of all places, I actually felt tingles of creative Christmas merriment. (I know. I know. At Dollar Tree?) But it was there that I found these lovely Christmas balls:
Aren't they nifty? Just five for a dollar. And I also bought the two tiny wreaths here in this photo and the door hanger in the top photo. Tom loved the things I found and when my Christmas-loving friend, Laura, comes by on Thursday (and Naomi and Carol on Christmas Day) at least our house won't appear so Hum-Bug-like. At least they'll know I tried.
Oh! And these amazing deer followed me home from there, too:
I think I'll keep them out all year long.
Of course, I gravitated toward all things autumnal in color. I noticed that. And here, before we moved to this farmhouse, I'd meticulously planned to veer away from autumn-colored walls and decor-- my dream was blue walls and white decor in nearly every room. I mean, for 14 years we'd lived in "Autumn Cottage" (as we named our last home) and I was ready for something different. I believed I wanted all the glorious pastels I was craving online--all those adorable cottage-type homes some of you have crafted in amazing ways, the ones I stare at for hours.
But now I'm not so sure. Slowly, autumn is creeping back into my life, into my home, as though I cannot help it. I mean, hey... You don't know this, but I've been searching for just the right shade of autumn-gold for the walls of our living room--and not having much luck because it's a bold color I'm envisioning inside my head, yet those bold color paint chips downright frighten me. "Dare I go so bold?," I ask myself. Hmm.
Well, if you're still even reading this gibberish, what am I trying to say? Maybe this: Often in this Life, we must step out to find out. We must paint whole rooms before we discover that, wow! That's not me at all. Or we may need to become brave-beyond-belief and take some steps which, just thinking about them, scares us no end. And yet often, we only learn new things about ourselves--or Life--after we jump out of boats... or tip-toe down new roads... or live in different houses or states or within a new, open mind.
And that's why dreading and resisting change is an awful way to live. For me, anyway. Always, when I step out and find out, I learn ways to better maneuver around in this world--and discover what I love (or detest) in this amazing Life which God has given me. Swimming in uncharted waters is always a pretty scary--yet exciting--way to learn something new...
...and heaven help us if we ever stop learning.