Friday, December 4, 2009
By the look in your eye I can tell you’re gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For IIIIIIIIIIIIII’m not worth it, you see.
For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home.*
(The Paul Young version because I have lived all this time until five minutes ago, without knowing Marvin Gaye was the original commitment-phobe, singing floozy).
The very lovely Pip is letting me play My Place and Yours Theme Queen this week. In true themely queenly style, I would love to know, what object would you take wherever you roam, because it makes your house feel like a ‘home’?
We can’t all be as minimal as Paul and his hat. During working stints overseas, there were a small number of objects that followed me everywhere. Marrying the Pom and having Kid Number One in London meant there were a few more treasures of sentimental note to ship to Melbourne. That first three months back here was spent living in an empty house shell. A veritable Christmas in July it was, when the boat landed with our belongings. Sure, we were getting along just fine without them all, but after we unpacked, it was amazing how good for the soul it was to have some of our history about the place.
What are the treasures in your house that signify ‘home’? Is there anything that reminds you of a childhood, a life overseas, a loved one? Is there a blanket you always curl under, a teapot that brews the perfect cuppa? Do you have a ‘Droopy Dog’ like that one above – a twelfth birthday present who fits perfectly in the crook of a sleeping kid’s arm and who may or may not have ventured to Europe in a backpack, ahem, three times?
I can’t believe I just ’fessed up to that.
Is there something that always goes up on your wall (the clock, not the husband) no matter where that wall is?
Any supremely breakable thing (only five left) that you would ship back and forth across the world four times, if only because they are just the best for drinking warm milk – and when all the shelves are bare they sing with lovely colour?
Anything that reminds you of a workplace or a time in your life when there was a little more ‘out and about’ and less of the home in time for the eight o’clock kid bedtime?
Do you have an inspire wire or three, usually chock-a-block with the stuff that fills family life: photos, feather collections, arty stuff? Even if it is currently overcome by a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-cos-you-nearly-forgot advent calendar?
Are there some books that are like old friends? Ones that are prepared to wait out the current crochet obsession?
Do you still use something aged because you love the muscle involved in making coffee, the smell of the grounds and the fact that your friend saw it in her parent’s garage and knew it was THE perfect birthday present?
Your turn – what makes your place your home? Pop on over to Pip’s and sign up to play!
* My apologies if Paul Young, is now in your head. At least this time it’s not Galumph Said The Little Green Frog.