[Kelly’s Newspaper Column]
We moved to our latest joy house September 15 and we are head over heels in love with it. We just might stay here a while. (That’s a tongue-in-cheek reference for those who know us and poke fun at how often we have moved. For the record, we started our fairytale life in 2011 in my post-divorce condo. We then bought our first joy house later that year, stayed there five magical years, bought a condo one year ago that lasted a year, and here we are now in the current joy house. I predict we will be here 25 years. I also predict we’ll live until age 108 so that means a few more moves.)
Anyway, as I unpack I’m finding treasures I could not part with over every move and even when we downsized a year ago. When I first held myself out as a writer as my livelihood, about a decade ago, I created a home office that was my pure joy. A place that was all my own. I had my trinkets around that made me smile and boosted my inspiration, and I created what I called my Wall of Whimsy.
The Wall included a Prince poster that I discovered in my Purple Rain album; a WHAM CD cover photo strategically placed next to another photo so it looked like George Michael and Andrew Ridgely were pinching my fellas’ butts; nuns in bumper cars; my cherished post card from Dave Barry with encouraging words when I first began writing this column; various cards and pics from various friends, family, and fans; headline clippings; buttons/flair; photos; and plethora of silly things that simply brought me joy.
I have discovered that jackpot – that box of sillies from ten years ago. Each item I pulled out still lights up my heart. Over the years, various incarnations of my office got too serious as I worked hard to be “professional.” The whimsy was replaced with calendars and white boards and big poster paper of project deadlines. I have proven myself, to myself, thank you very much. My clients today respect my wisdom, wordsmithing, and my whimsy. I seriously get the job done but the process has to be joyful. My space has to be as well.
My current office is what used to be the dining room. The room is a perfect office, complete with French doors, wood floors, and windows with a lovely view. And of course, I’m just steps from the kitchen.
The Wall of Whimsy is making a triumphant comeback. The first item to take center stage is a quote clipped from a Mary Engelbreit calendar from someone named Katherine Graham that says: “To love what you do and feel that it matters – how could anything be more fun?”
Indeed. I thank my lucky stars every day.
The entire office is my happy place. Several new items have places of honor too. Everywhere I look I see something that lifts my spirit. This whole house is shaping up that way. My Prince and I are working our own brand of magic and infusing every room with personality. It is a mutual love affair. We love the house and it loves us back with a welcoming cozy vibe.
Every morning I see the light coming up over the trees. We have the trees and privacy we love and now we can see stars at night too. Heaven is in the eye of the beholder and this is my current version. Since I spend most of my time in my office, I need it to feel like home. It does. This house, these walls, these rooms, they spoke to us immediately. We listened. We continue to do so. We love this place. We are home.