"Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new." -- Thoreau
So why not just laugh now? -- G
"If we do not feel grateful for what we already have, what makes us think we'd be happy with more?" -- Unknown
Recently I posted a picture of myself in my kitchen, and I immediately started receiving generous messages from people wanting to help me "update" it. Along with their messages came pictures of how my kitchen could look, if I'd just put some effort and money into it.
I've always loved my kitchen, but after seeing those pictures I found myself looking at it through new, critical eyes. Maybe it was all wrong. Maybe the '80s counters, laminate cabinets, mismatched appliances and clutter really were mistakes I should try to fix. I stood and stared and suddenly my kitchen looked shabby and lazy to me. I wondered if that meant I was shabby and lazy, too. Because our kitchens are nothing if not reflections of us, right? I decided I'd talk to Craig and make some calls about updates.
But as I lay down to sleep, I remembered this passage from Thoreau's Walden: "I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes." Walden reminds me that when I feel lacking -- I don't need new things, I need new eyes with which to see the things I already have. So when I woke up this morning, I walked into my kitchen wearing fresh perspectacles. Here's what I saw.
You guys. I have a REFRIGERATOR.
This thing MAGICALLY MAKES FOOD COLD. I'm pretty sure in the olden days, frontierswomen had to drink warm Diet Coke. Sweet Jesus. Thank you, precious kitchen.
Inside my refrigerator is FOOD. Healthy food that so many parents would give anything to be able to feed their children. Millions of mamas' babies die every year from malnutrition. Not mine. When this food runs out, I'll just jump in my car to get more. It's ludicrous, really. It's like my family hits the lottery every freaking morning.
THIS CRAZY THING IS A WATER FAUCET. I pull this lever and CLEAN WATER POURS OUT EVERY TIME, DAY OR NIGHT. Seven hundred and eighty million people worldwide (one in nine) lack access to clean water. Mamas everywhere spend their entire day walking miles to and from wells just for a single bucket of this -- and I have it right here at my fingertips. I'm almost embarrassed to say that we also have one of these in each of our two bathrooms, and one in the front yard with which to WASH OUR FEET. We use clean drinking water to WASH OUR FEET. Holy bounty.
This is the magical box in which I put uncooked stuff, push some buttons, and then a minute later -- pull out cooked stuff. It is like the JETSONS up in here.
This is my medicine cabinet. Since my Lyme is in remission and each of my babies is healthy -- there is nothing in here but vitamins and supplements and tea. Thank you, God. This medicine cabinet is a miracle to me. Every time I open it I feel like I should kneel down and kiss the ground. I have an inbox full of letters from mothers whose medicine cabinets look very different.
Speaking of ground -- this is our kitchen floor. It's not fancy, but it's perfect for our most important kitchen activity: DANCING. When Chase was 3, a librarian asked a roomful of kids, "What do we do in the kitchen?" Everyone else called out "cook" or "eat!" But Chase yelled "DANCE!"
I can't even talk about this thing. Actually, let's take a moment of reverent silence because this machine is the reason all my people are still alive. IT TURNS MAGICAL BEANS INTO A LIFE-SAVING NECTAR OF GODS. EVERY MORNING. ON A TIMER.
And look, you guys: LOOK. This is the kitchen corner where I keep all my kids' school stuff. My kids go to a FREE school with brilliant teachers and a loving administration and they're SAFE there. The school sends flyers home about PROGRAMS and CLASSES and CLUBS to make my kids' hearts bigger and softer and their brains sharper and their bodies healthier. This corner reminds me every day that my kids have at their fingertips what so many around the world are giving their lives for: quality education. When I wear my perspectacles, I can't look at this corner without a heart explosion.
My perspectacled kitchen tour taught me two things this morning: I'm insanely lucky and I'm finally FREE.
In terms of parenting, marriage, home, clothes -- I will not be a slave to the Tyranny of Trend any longer. I am almost 40 years old and no catalog is the Boss of Me anymore. I am free. I am not bound to spend my precious days on Earth trying to keep up with the Joneses -- because the Joneses are really just a bunch of folks in conference rooms changing "trends" rapidly to create fake monthly emergencies for us. OH NO! NOW IT'S A SUBWAY TILE BACKSPLASH WE NEED! No, thank you. Life offers plenty of REAL emergencies to handle, thank you very much.
I'm a grown-up now. I know what looks good on me, and that doesn't change every three months. I know how I like my house. I like it cute and cozy and a little funky and I like it to feel lived in and worn and I like the things inside of it to work. That's all. And for me -- it's fine that my house's interior suggests that I might not spend every waking moment thinking about how it looks.
Sometimes it seems that our entire economy is based on distracting women from their blessings. Producers of STUFF NEED to find 10,000 ways to make women feel less than about our clothes, kitchens, selves so that we will keep buying more. So maybe freeing ourselves just a little from the Tyranny of Trend is a women's issue -- because we certainly aren't going to get much world changing done if we spend all of our time and money on wardrobe and kitchen changing.
BUT. Listen. I'm nothing if not a tangled, colorful ball of contradictions. I like a good makeover as much as anybody else. So... HERE WE HAVE IT. HERE IS THE MELTON KITCHEN MAKEOVER FOR YA! READY FOR THE BIG REVEAL?
Ba-BAM! Extreme home makeover! My kitchen IS beautiful because it is full of beauty. SO IS YOURS.
Today I shall keep my perspectacles super-glued to my face and feel insanely GRATEFUL instead of LACKING and I will look at my home and my people and my body and say: THANK YOU. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. THIS IS ALL MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH, ALL OF IT. Now. Let us turn our focus onward and outward. There is WORK TO BE DONE and JOY TO BE HAD.
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