I have not lived with my Mother since I was eighteen years old and we simply approach life in an entirely different manner. First and foremost she is the ultimate perfectionist, with everything and most importantly around the caring of a home. Her house is always in order, immaculate and it typically looks like it has just been cleaned. Our family home was always perfect and we knew as very young children that our home was always in great order.
The relaxation of kicking your feet up could be done in one room. For those of you who know the house I grew up in you know that my Mother is extremely formal -she is a collector of art, antiques and many items that were not to be touched.
Our house was built around her collections and that part of our home was much larger than the area where the relaxing took place. Our home was beautiful and there was great love there but it was not cozy.
It was formal and this is the style that she continues to enjoy. I prefer warmth and comfort while still enjoying the beauty of art. My grandparents house was the exact type of formal that my Mother recreated. To not be fooled into thinking that every chair is to be utilized to sit in. It is simply a style of living and it was the way I grew up.
My grandmother used to jar them and give us prepared sauce by the crateful. What a wonderful gift and one rich in love and tradition.