This is why a life less ordinary matters isn’t it?
Today I am bringing you a poem of sorts. Made famous by Charlie Chaplin but originally written by Kim McMillan, I am sharing it because it is so very much about knowing oneself and reflects the journey all of us here at BrocanteHome are making towards a life less ordinary…
“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!”
By Kim McMillen
Good afternoon Sweeties. I hope this sunny hump-day finds you giddy with hope and possibility.
I am popping in today to do a quick round-up of all that is happening at BrocanteHome right now, and so without further ado, let’s jump right in…
A New Brocante BuJo Layout!
This weeks layout is a weekly gratitude planning page and like the other layouts it costs just $1.00 to download once and use for always. Lets get back in to the gratitude habit!
As always it is available to download FREE in the BrocanteHome Salon, if you are a member.
A Scrumptious New Salon Members Only Blog Post…
This week about “love-bombing” your house and available to read right now in the Salon…
A Rather Lovely Pen-Pal Exchange in the Living Room…
Yep – organised by my lovely members in our private facebook community we are stepping out from behind our computers and writing each other real-life letters! How utterly blissful…
The 90 Day Trash IT Challenge!
Oh my. This has been fabulous and reading your lists of things you have chucked out has been, to coin a silly phrase, totally amazeballs! Every time I read about something trashed that has been an emotional wrench for you, I feel like a proud Mama, and every-time you chuck out something so preposterous you really shouldn’t have been giving it house-room, I want you to imagine me doing a little happy dance for you! Deal? You chuck, and I dance.
The Bank Holiday…
And finally a quick notice to let you know that I may be missing in action from Friday morning, because it is Mark’s Dad’s funeral that afternoon, and then we are throwing a small party on Sunday afternoon and I am going to be in full party-planner mode over the weekend….
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I have got this black cushion. It is velvet with a spray of dark florals. Like a Dutch painting in textile form. I cannot sleep without it. I clasp it like a teddy bear and hold on for dear life, my back and my deaf ear to Ste, in case he breaths (because people who dare to breathe next to me are candidates for homicide don’t you know) – snuggling my cushion and facing whatever terror my relentless nightmares might bring, staunchly alone.
Each and every morning I wake up still clutching it. Breathing in its sweet lavender scent and wishing it was still the wee small hours. But not this morning. This morning I woke up with my Kindle wedged firmly between my ample bosom and for a moment I panicked and rooted around the bed in an effort to dis-lodge that which felt like a bad case of indigestion and trace my cushiony friend. Shocked that it should abandon me. Bewildered for a moment by a dream in which I appalled the congregation of a wedding by dressing in head to foot red and sobbing whenever anyone looked at me.
All this to tell you that last night I happened across a little book of literary wonderful. And though it was late and Ste was not only breathing, but taking his life in his hands by ever so gently snoring, I found myself capable of rising above my horror (and natural born killer instinct) because I had been transported in to quite the most wonderful of early twentieth century middlebrow domestic fiction.
“Everything that’s happening to us—yes, everything—is to be regarded as a lark. See? This is my last word. This. Is. Going. To. Be. A. Lark.”
The Lark by E. Nesbit is everything us BrocanteHomers, believe a book ought to be. Full of delightful young girls and domestic detail of the sort that includes knitting and flowers, black rabbits and pinafores fashioned from tablecloths. But most of all The Lark is resplendent with good cheer of the kind exclusive to the hybrid that is a result of a children’s writer creating grown-up fiction.
Which is why as I turned over the last virtual page of Elizabeth Fair’s also charming Brampton Wick, I hopped straight into The Lark and almost immediately regretted it for here were words too delightful to be put to bed. I don’t want to tell you too much, because I want you to read it (Read it I tell you!!), but suffice to say I fell asleep with my bedside lamp still glowing and abandoned my cushiony lover in favor of falling asleep still clutching my Kindle.
So there you have it. Not a book I have to apologise for reading, but a book so good it saved a mans life. For heaven knows when the snoring turned to snorting, he deserved to die.
Today. A good nights sleep. Two cups of tea. A single magpie the size of a chihuahua hopping over the grass in the back garden. Good Morning Mr Magpie, how is your wife today?
Ivy creeping through the cracks in the wall of the little laundry room. A front door filthy from the relentless traffic outside. Ste shell-shocked by the kind of truth even Jeremy Kyle would frown upon. Finley in odd socks. Again. A boy-man lurking outside school I have no choice but to report to the police because I nearly ran him over. So sorry boy. But you cannot get away with what you are clearly doing.
Hebes to be planted. A border to be dug around the lawn. A blue watering can with teeny flowers starting to tumble out. Wet sheets to be bleached by sunshine we cannot guarantee. Plans for a dinner party tomorrow evening. Which starter to cook? This or this or this? A trip to the farm to buy the kind of steak that melts in your mouth. A horoscope that says evil is lurking all around me. Oh joy.
Teenage acne on my middle-aged face. An office to be created in the Far-Away room at the end of the kitchen. A stack of books that must be moved. A wander through the Faerie Glen with a little picnic of cream cheese bagels. Bird-spotting. A little slice of heaven just a few minutes down the road. We love living here.
A weekend without the children. Just us. Flipping the mattress again because we are both hunched with back-ache. Time for a new one. Time for bigger dreams. Time to accept that there is nothing to be scared of now and I can breathe again. So odd that the absense of fear creates a very particular kind of anxiety it is too difficult to describe to those who have led peaceful lives. Time to stop playing small.
Spritzing the kitchen with the fragrance of a Hummingbird Garden. A lovely, nonsensical description of a scent that smells so very pretty. Feet grubby with the garden. Must wear garden clogs. What is wrong with me that I don’t?Clumps of shorn grass. Endless raking. My first proper garden. A darling little stone shed with a teeny window that would make the most perfect BrocanteHome office. A hidey hole for tiny baby frogs. An outdoor loo that appalls me. Drains full of leaves. Singing as I wander about with the brush. Lovely neighbours on one side. The outwardly pleasant but passive-aggressive sort on the other.
A funeral soon. For Marks, lovely, mad Dad. Finley’s Pops. The death of another Grandparent too hot on the heels of Mum’s. Mark, broken but always so very steadfast, yet in his own confusion telling my child that Pops had stopped breathing. To which Finn responded, what, for always? And I had to step in and say Yes Baby, for always.
Now, a pink face-mask. A prescription to be collected when I am presentable again. Another hole in another pair of trousers because there is a nail in the corner of the bath we can neither pull out nor bang in. Kim Wilde singing about the Kids in America on the TV. All this life.
Life and work. Life and family. Life and vintage housekeeping. Life and love. So much life. Happy Weekend Housekeepers.x
Hello my lovelies, I hope you have all had a wonderful Easter break and you are no back feeling suitably full of the chocolatey feel-good factor and ready and willing to hop back on your journey to a life less ordinary…
A few months ago I took it into my head that I wanted to join the Bullet Journal bandwagon. Because I like doodling. And pretty pages. And I wanted to be like all the cool kids and mutter about writing in my BuJo.
So I dragged Finn to the shops. And filled my basket with a lovely dotted journal. And fineliners in all colours of the rainbow. And a pink ruler because a person who is bullet journalling has to draw lots of boxes with straight-lines and pretty flourishes. And I was full of fire and determination. And Finley who is infinitely wise walked around behind me muttering about bullet journalling being a “fad” and that it wasn’t proper work and that I wasn’t going to do it anyway so why on earth would I waste my money? And I hushed him. And bribed him with sweets. And tried not to see my own conscience wearing his outrageously judgemental face.
And two months later I had to admit that every word out of his too sensible mouth was right. And I can’t even find the pencil case with the pretty pens in it. And the journal I paid silly money for has got just one layout in it and that took me about a day to do and frankly bullet journalling and me were never ever going to be bestest mates.
I could not be sadder. Because one does so hate to concede to a thirteen year old and my whole being knows that gathering all my litle trackers, inspiration and affirmation in one place would be good for my soul. And Bullet Journalling is so pretty and I’m all about the pretty don’t you know?
And so I invented my own method of creating a journal I could use but would not have to draw. And within an afternoon I had three layouts I could use and print out whenever it took my fancy and I could track the parts of life the Brocante way I wanted to track in my Weekly layout and remind myself of the affirmations I use during my Miracle Morning hour (to which I remain utterly dedicated) and choose a focus word from a lovely list weekly and frankly carry on designing and printing every last aspect of this life less ordianry of mine until there was nothing left that had not been tracked or reminded and all was well with the world!
Anyways I am telling you this, because although what I have created so far is not really a bullet journal at all, it WILL help you create a life less ordinary of your own and committment to the routines and rituals laid out will guide you towards life the BrocanteHome way, and so today I bring you The Life Less Ordinary BuJo.
Each of the layouts are scrumptiously designed and cost just a dollar each for immediate download. I am pricing them individually so you can pick and choose those that suit you, and that over the weeks as the collection of layouts grows you can also add to them as you please, while you focus on creating the specific routines and rituals that will make a difference to YOUR day.
To get started there are three layouts available:
A Life Less Ordinary Weekly Planner.
A one page layout to be filled in weekly (perhaps as part of your Organisation Sunday ritual?) to help you keep track of your commitment to your morning and evening rituals, the puttery treats you are planning on doing for yourself and the house, your weekly focus word and daily affirmation, your to-do list, shopping and meal idea list. All in one place.
Daily Affirmations For a Life Less Ordinary.
And finally for this week…
Focus Words For a Life Less Ordinary
A collection of inspirational words to be used in conjunction with the Weekly Planner to help you choose an area of focus for that week and to concentrate your heart on your desired feelings. A pretty little one page layout, just perfect methinks for printing out on good paper and framing for your desk…
Each week I will be adding new layouts to the collection and you will find them all here, but don’t forget that as a member of my lovely Salon you will have access to absolutely all the layouts and EVERYTHING ELSE in my store absolutely FREE as part of your subscription…
Ok me Darlings, ready for the first School of Life Challenge?
All the details are over in the Living Room section of the School of Life, along with the downloadable Challenge sheet and the group challenge begins on the Facebook Living Room page next Monday, the 18th of April.