Sometime after I graduated, I start to get really excited about getting and using assorted housewares. My first Christmas after college, I asked for mixing bowls and a liquid measuring cup. For my last birthday, I requested an electric griddle. I’ve been reading decorating and housewares related blogs, like CasaSugar, decor8, Hostess with the Mostess, and Apartment Therapy (and the other blogs Apartment Therapy has), and watching shows like Small Space Big Style, Decorating Cents, and Design on a Dime. I some day hope to have the big fancy stand mixer (yes, just like they say in the oft referenced Stuff White People Like). In the meantime, I am using the stand mixer that I inherited from my grandmother.
Every once in a while, I get this sudden urge to decorate, to cook using high-tech tools, to buy useful and/or decorative things…for example, after reading a post about some modern-looking fabrics, I realized I really wanted to buy some cute towels for the kitchen and bathroom, all coordinated and everything. Sure, some of it is that commercial, consumer push to have the next best thing. But I’m thinking that I’ve gotten to a certain age where I know it’s time to be a grownup. I guess I am, to some extent. I have a degree, I have a job, I’m paying bills, making meals, cleaning around the house…but I think I’m in some sort of strange transition still. I think I find myself acting the part of someone more grown up than I actually am, mostly because I realize I need to be mature at this point in my life. I suppose the lighter side of all these housewares and decorating urges is that I’m looking forward to having my own place, where I can decorate it however I want, and have all the things I might need to keep my house in working order. I’ve been trying to be frugal and not buy anything extra, but at some point, I really just want to start buying all the pretty, fancier, more expensive, less necessary items that you find in a house.
I just wonder…is all this want for these things bad? I don’t think so. It’s a sign I’m getting older, thinking about my future. Maybe that’s it. Who knows?