Hidden Eclectia

I've been trying to create a cozy office for myself.  And create a bit of style and coziness in the bedrooms. Since we are in a rental (the normal state for many Australians, given the price of houses here), we can't just anchor shelves and pictures to the walls, so a lot of stuff is on the surfaces of other stuff.  A good portion is still in boxes, since our last home had built in shelves in the lounge, and this one is smaller and doesn't.

A lot of my stuff doesn't match.  It hasn't for a long time.  I love matching up floral things (I'm as surprised as you are).  Couches, carpets, cups.  Homey country hangings. Colour coordinated rooms.  And then there are times where I admire the functional, sleek, minimalistic style of decor. Or the really old, dignified antique-filled room.  Or beautiful tiles and tapestries.  But, in spite of my admiration of matching themes and decorator talent, most of our belongings adhere to the Avant Garage Sale school of design. 

So unintentionally, I have created an eclectic style.  A little bit of this, a little bit of that.  Hidden joys, sometimes used, sometimes forgotten, sometimes packed away just waiting to be rediscovered.

My life is like that.  It's pretty eclectic.  There are talents I've used, talents I've found, talents I've yet learn and grow.  My friends are pretty diverse lot, too. And that's probably a good thing.  If we hang out too much with people who are just like us, we lose opportunities to grow, to help, to enjoy.

Life certainly isn't neatly packaged, colour-coordinated and delivered according to schedule, no matter how much we try to make it so.  So open a few dusty boxes.  Enjoy the eclectia.