What makes a house a home?

Beautiful homes don’t happen overnight. They take time, love, thought, compromise and patience. Anyone can design a room that is pretty – creating a beautiful home is a completely different story.

Think about it. Beautiful homes tell the story of those that live there. They are “collected” rather than decorated. Homes evolve with the people that live there. They should give you a glimpse of the personality of owners. Where have they been? Who lives there? What do they value?

Sure a little part of me will always yearn for schmick and uncluttered surroundings. The feeling rears its head when I’m stepping over the kids toys or dusting my husband’s militaria collectables.

The feeling always subsides and I realise that these are the things that tell our story. That like people, something doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. I’ve come to love the chaos. I’ve even started to become a little bit of a “collector” myself .

I love the beauty of antique fishing floats. I love them even more when the light hits them and you can see the imperfections in the hand-blown glass.

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I love antique silver. When I polish my mind wanders to the story each piece could tell. I like to use all my pieces. No sitting in the cupboard and gathering dust for me. When people come to my home for dinner I want to use my silver and enjoy it. If it breaks so be it! At least it had a great send off. I don’t even care if it looks like it needs a polish!

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I love the patina of antique furniture. The solidness of their construction makes them ideal for family living (a knock from a toy car just adds character).

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I think art work should be picked because you like it – not because it matches your scatter cushions. I have a passion for antique maps and botanicals. Not only are they interesting their colours are soft and subdued.

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Yes – I have a very clear picture of what I want my house to be. The good thing is that frequently I will walk into my bedroom and find that my son has created a charming “vignette” for me on my bedside table.

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And we all know that had the Virgin Mary had access to her own corvette she could have high-tailed it out of that barn to the nearest hospital!

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But mostly all us mums know that we have a large supply of photos just like this one waiting to be shared at our kids’ 21st birthday parties.

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Reaching for the Magic

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Finding beauty in the everyday

Welcome to my little corner of the digital world – Reaching for the Magic.

For many years I have been toying with the idea of creating a blog about all the passions that make my life a little bit “magic”. If ever there was a statement that summed up my outlook on life “Reaching for the Magic” is it.

I am a true believer that a life is best led when you put aside your fears of failure and reach for something better. That you may land flat on your face many times, but that sometimes you might just surprise yourself. If I am honest with myself I have been waiting too long for all the stars to align before jumping in. I’ve been making excuses – I don’t really have any spare time at all; I’m really just an ordinary kind of gal living an ordinary life; what do I know; what happens if everyone thinks my blog really sucks and isn’t worth reading? I’ve decided to put those voices to rest and finally practice what I preach and “reach” for it!

So who am I? I’m an Inner West Mum from Australia who works part-time. I have been married to “Mr imperfect but perfect for me” for 15 years. Together we have two beautiful, but sometimes trying, children. We have a crazy but great family and friends that we treasure. I love my life and I have much to be thankful for. Like all women my life is busy and hectic but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This blog is about keeping real. Some things work – some things don’t. Sometimes the dinner party meal is restaurant quality – sometimes its not. Sometimes that DIY project comes up a treat – sometimes it doesn’t. The garden that I love and nurture sometimes looks amazing – sometimes it looks like it belongs to the Adams Family. Sometimes the kids make me burst with pride – sometimes I find myself retrieving the Ninja Turtle from the toilet s-bend. The magic is in the journey and loving life no matter how imperfect it is.