Thursday, February 05, 2009

Freak

Jesse left this morning, not for work, but for a ski vacation with friends. She managed to wrangle an invitation from a family at our church whose oldest daughter backed out of the trip at the last minute. The trip came at a good time and Jesse will have a good time.

Today is art. Last week no one came to art due to the big snow/ice storm. I am ready to see my girls who keep me entertained and laughing. This evening there is an Art Guild meeting that I may or may not attend. There is line dancing class tonight, which gives me incentive to go to the AG meeting and then hotfoot it over to line dancing. We will see.

Tomorrow I have my new painting friends coming over to paint at my house. It does mean serious house cleaning. I am a bit freaked, but I did invite them. We just live so differently. They live in nice homes and discuss hiring or have hired decorators to do their homes. I built my house with my own hands. If I did not hire a homebuilder, why would I hire a home decorator? My house is so different. It is very small, but we do have plans to build on. It is not finished – no trim work, no closet doors, no cabinets, etc. But we do have plans to finish it. We did get the barn built, and we will get the house built. If I waited until it was all finished and beautiful to invite people over, I would be a lonely lady. My house is a part of who I am – a work in progress.

I’m not actually freaked by letting these ladies see my unfinished house, although it is like letting them see the unfinished me. No, I’m more freaked by the amount of cleaning I need to do between now and then. Better get at it!

9 comments:

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

Don't be misled...there is a comfort level at the Lazy B that is unsurpassed. Whether your sitting at the table in the unfinished kitchen, or the semi-completed living room with the very comfy couch, or out on the somewhat finalized patio, one finds themselves completely at ease...at home. There is a fullness of peace that resides on your home...don't discount it because of what the five senses interpret...the real treasure is in the sixth, and with that sense i see not the Lazy B...but a palace of peace complete with Royalty. And if these new art friends can't see that...well... i guess they're just blind beggars.

Bag Blog said...

I love you, Piper.

Buck said...

We just live so differently.

Vive la différence!

But I hear ya. It ain't easy being different, sometimes.

Becky said...

I wouldn't worry too much about it. People who care about you don't do it because of what kind of house you live in, or even how clean it is. If they do let those things dictate how they accept you, then they aren't really friends, then are they?

Dale said...

You know Lou it sounds like you have the type of home your mom has, where people are welcome and treated like family rather then just friends!

Bag Blog said...

Buck, being different isn't so bad, until your differences come face to face.

Becky, I rarely worry about whether someone new likes me or not, because I have good friends already. But I do fret about the junk stacked in corners of my house.

Dale, at my house I want you to feel free to open up the fridge and look for something to eat, if you want.

Jo Castillo said...

By now the "freaking" day is over. Hope all went well and you had a swell time. The comments above are so true. Your home sounds like a great place to visit. One of these days I will get to find out ... don't freak, I'll tell you when we are coming. :)

Bag Blog said...

Jo, Being a NM girl, I think you would not find my house too odd. Come on by.

Bob said...

Coziness is in the company, not the decor. (But Joyce and I would need some warning if anyone wants to drop by -- gotta knock down a few cobwebs.)