Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Lace Curtain Irish


My house is going to be one of those "old lady" houses someday. It may already be one. I try so hard at being modern, not country - contemporary, not old-fashioned - by doing things like, say, paying close attention to when Nate Berkus tells me I need at least one shiny and metallic thing in every room. (Does my Amish, "punched tin hearts" table lamp count as metal?)

And I may say things like, "Oh, this room definitely needs a pop of color... arrange decor pieces in groupings of three... furniture should never be pushed up against the walls, but rather positioned at cozy, inviting angles - this isn't a dance floor, people."

But it's mostly all talk. What do I really know about home interior trends? After all, I don't live by all the rules. One visit to my little cozy-nook-of-a-house would expose me. Same with fashion and techy trends.

And with food.

Jeff and I went on a little road trip this past weekend. We were hungry, so we asked the hotel's front desk guy where to eat. And off he went, like he's been waiting for this all day, "The Black Cat serves local, organic fare, and has food that is cognizant of wine parings to electrify the palette. And at Robin's, the season's bounty is truly reflected. Also, you can't go wrong with our town's Japanese fusion bar."

I was all, "Oh, okay. Mmm, sounds delish. Amazing. Right, got it. Okay, thanks a ton." My I'm-so-interested-in-what-you're-saying face was very convincing. Just ask Jeff. But we ended up ordering pizza and eating in.

And the next day, we went to a farmer's market. Not a "cognizant of wine parings to electrify the palette" type of farmer's market, but a homemade ice cream and hay ride type of place. And as I reflected on days gone by of black-seeded watermelon, I overheard a woman tell her friend, "A person hasn't lived until they've tried some good pickled beets."

Fusion bar? Pickled beets? So confusing. Where do I fit in? If I had to pick, the I've-arrived Molly would choose fusion bar. But the everyday, relaxed Molly would choose pickled beets. Well, maybe just the category of pickled beets. You know... folksy, down-to-earth, unassuming, friendly.

So does all this count me among the Lace Curtain Irish - people who put on a good show by hanging lace curtains, while the insides of their homes lack sophistication? Because I don't want to be fake, but I do appreciate class. What to do?

Proverbs 30:8-9 says, "Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, 'Who is the Lord?' Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God."

Not sure how that ties in, but I think somewhere right down the middle is a good place to be. And what's that again about old lady houses? Because my favorite "old lady" is my 83-year-old Nana (word on the street: 83 is the new 73), who is anything but fake and has the classiest New England charm home - with a colonial twist - that I ever did see.

1 comment:

  1. Exactly what I needed to hear right now. I'll explain later....

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