Even as a young girl I fell in love with books rich in descriptive words about home, family, and food.
I wiled away hours imagining my future home and life as a wife and mama.
When those years did come, the Hubs and I started our life together poor as church mice.
It was Edith Schaeffer’s book, The Hidden Art of Homemaking, that inspired and mentored me in using my creativity to make our house a home, not to wait for some far off day when we could afford it.
I think, while this book was written in 1971 and may have portions that are outdated, it’s premise makes it a good read for anyone who wants to decorate their home creatively,
( not cookie cutter, and catalog like), as well as economically.
“It seems to me that, whether it is recognized or not, there is a terrific frustration which increases in intensity and harmfulness as time goes on, when people are always daydreaming of the kind of place in which they would like to live, yet never making the place where they do live into anything artistically satisfying to them.”
As the years went by, God brought real life women into my life, who helped to model this hidden art for me.
One was a woman whose single wide mobile home housed herself, her husband and her three children, teens and pre teens, in very limited space.
I loved visiting their home.
It was creatively, artistically decorated.
I still remember the vintage, round table used as a coffee table.
I remember the delicious, healthful meals we shared there.
I remember her, every time I enjoy the ink drawings she made for me, seen in the photo above.