Our mantelpiece had, among other things, a replica of the helmet from Gladiator. This was not my selection. I don’t even like that movie. It also boasted a host of different Buddha statues and Foo Dogs acquired at different China Towns. I have nothing against these items, but I would not have chosen to decorate with another culture’s aesthetic. The mantel held a smattering of other items, unrelated to one another.
It sounds hideous, but it did not look bad. After Trey died, I removed some pieces to pare down the clutter, but I left up the larger decorative items and this was the result:
See? Sounds awful and bachelor-y. It is a bit bachelor-y, but it is not awful.
But it is also not me.
Whenever buying items for our home, I wanted to plan, to get a strategy in place to avoid clashing items and generate a cohesive design. My desire was to identify a theme and palette that would inform our purchasing decisions. He, on the other hand, would go to Chinatown or Ikea or Target, see something, buy it, and hang it on the wall. The result was an interior design that leaned much more toward his aesthetic than it did toward mine.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided all that stuff on the mantel had to go.
In fact, I am redecorating the whole house as time and budget allows. Again this has been met with alarm by my family. They think I am purging, but I’m not getting rid of anything. I’m just getting it out of my face.
Here’s the hard truth of the matter.
Trey doesn’t live here anymore. This is my house now, and I need it to be my house.
I’m not trying to erase all evidence of him. I’m not trying to make it look like he never lived here. This place will always carry his mark. Our lives and hearts will carry his mark. No matter where we go or what we do, he will be with us.
That doesn’t change the fact that I need to make this place my own. It started in the bedroom, and now I am taking over the living room. I’d like to replace some of the furniture, but, you know, dollar bills. For now I can re-do the fireplace mantel.
That is the justification. Now let me tell you what happened.
I took all of his things off the mantel and put them in the guest room closet. It was then a clean canvas for me to decorate however I wanted. The problem was that I had absolutely no idea what was I wanted to do.
Isn’t that the shit? It’s a metaphor for my whole life. I wrote a post a while back about needing to find myself. I won’t go into all of that again here, although I could easily write three more entries about that process. I’ll give you the tl;dr version. When you’ve been with someone for your entire adult life and suddenly find yourself without that person, you need to put serious time and effort into exploring who you are as an individual.
My mantel looked like this:
It was a perfect reflection of me. I had plenty of ideas for what to put there, but didn’t know if I felt passionately about any of them. I considered gathering my gnomes from around the house. I thought about arranging a Funko Pop display, or of covering it with family photos or with flowers. I even considered decorating it with “Architect’y” things like T-Squares and Prismacolor pencils. It all seemed fine, but didn’t feel quite right.
This is exactly what happens to me when my folks keep the kids overnight and I can do whatever I want for the evening. I have no idea what to do. I think about going to a movie, going out to eat, taking a bath and reading, or cleaning the house from top to bottom. I usually wind up having some edibles and dozing off watching TV. (Which is a luxury to a single mom of twins, I’m not knocking it.)
Suddenly it hit me. I would decorate seasonally. Halloween is coming up, so I present to you my current fireplace mantel design:
After Halloween, I’ll do a general Autumn theme until after Thanksgiving. That’s when I’ll pull out the crates and crates of holiday decorations. After Christmas, I”m not sure — perhaps some general winter display? Add in some hearts for Valentine’s day, and then after that a spring motif? My plan is pretty much to hit the seasonal department of the Dollar Store and will decorate with whatever they have. I may even extend this to include outdoor decorations. I will be that weird old lady who has yard decorations for Presidents’ Day.
At first I felt like this was a cop-out. I thought I was delaying making a real decision.
Then I realized this is actually perfect. Again it is like my life. I am getting through this one day, one season, one holiday at a time. I’m not committing to anything, ever. I’m not looking ahead more than a couple of weeks at any time.
I’m trying different things. A book club, a board game club, a coffee club. I’m not any one thing yet. I’m exploring. My interior decorations don’t have to be any one thing yet either. This is me now.
I can always round up the gnomes if I decide to do so.