This past weekend on Facebook, I posted an image of a wall sign I purchased on eBay recently, and, for better or worse, I’ve always said that you can tell a lot about a person – or a family – by what they have on the walls of their home. Well, today I’m giving you rare peek inside Casa Conover so that you may get to know us better. While a good 75% of our home’s artwork is comprised of candid snapshots of our lives, the remaining 25% fits into the “other” category.
And here’s a note about the quality (or lack thereof) of the photos in this post: They suck. And I’m sorry. I took these with my camera phone because our Nikon had apparently gone missing, and due to the fact that we have high ceilings in this house and nearly every item I photographed for this post hangs 90 feet above my head, well, let’s just I did the best I could in taking these photos.
Here are seven pieces of our home’s best artwork. And first up is the sign that inspired this entire post…
In the kitchen
It was comedienne Phyllis Diller who once famously said, “Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.” I know this. Yet, I still find myself getting pissed off that there aren’t enough hours in the day to feed, bathe, and play with both children, write this blog, do the wash, practice and teach yoga, and tackle the tumbleweeds of dust and grime that roll through this house like the Wild, Wild West. (Note that I didn’t even include sleeping, eating, or showering in the aforementioned to-do list.) But I put my kids first, and I know that I do the best I can. This now hangs above the kitchen sink as a reminder of what is important. A wise mother (Hi, Gail!) once told me that “The days are long, but the years are short.” She’s right. When I’m watching Scotty and Kennedy walk across the graduation stage, I don’t think I’ll give a rat’s @ss whether I kept a spotless oven. I may not have the cleanest house on the block, but I hear my kids laugh every single day – sometimes at me! – and I’ve come to realize that is what matters most.
In the great room
When you leave our foyer and enter our great room, this is perhaps the first thing your eyes may land upon: a stencil of our names which has been applied to the top of the room’s large picture window. I had wanted to have this done for quite some time, but waited until after Kennedy was born because she made our family complete.
In the great room – Part II
On December 4, 1994, Scott scored his first ever NFL touchdown in a contest against the Green Bay Packers. (The Lions went on to win 34-31.) Meanwhile, I was a senior in high school back then, and our lives couldn't have been more different: When Scott was on the field playing that day, I was probably holed up in my room listening to Boys II Men or at the mall with friends, pining over a pair of jeans at Contempo Casuals. Anyhow, the exact uniform Scott wore during that game was professionally cleaned and framed and now hangs behind the wet bar in our great room.
In the nursery
Kennedy sleeps in the same nursery where Scotty slept when he was an infant. Being that they are just two years and 17 days apart – and the nursery is gender neutral, Scott and I have kept virtually everything the same – including this stencil which had been applied directly above the crib in anticipation of Scotty’s arrival. (Sidebar: That blob above you is a prime example of me making a mountain out of a molehill. In an effort to remove a small stain on the wall, I ended up making things worse; thank God it doesn’t look as bad in person. Oh, well. Time to re-paint!)
In the master bedroom
Okay, yes, I concede to being stencil crazy. What can I say? I’m a writer. I like words. I fondly remember insisting that Scott apply this message – right now – one afternoon while I was smack-dab in the middle of the nesting phase of my pregnancy with Scotty.
In the breakfast nook
The words say it all. Aside from being kind to others and believing in themselves, this is the most important creed I want Scotty and Kennedy to live by.
In the breakfast nook – Part II
The picture on the right is the first photo of Scott and me, and it was taken within minutes of our introduction (more on that evening in an upcoming post). The photographer was under the assumption that Scott and I were already dating, when, in fact, we had known each other for all of ten minutes. Then, about a year later, Scott gifted me with a painting he had made (on the left) based on our first photo. We were dating long distance at the time, and unbeknownst to me, he would work on this for months on end while we talked on the phone for hours every night before bed.
In the breakfast nook – Part III*
Alright, so there are actually eight pieces on this list. (I never said I was good at math.) A few nights ago, while everyone was in bed, I decided to capitalize on the silence that had fallen over the house by finishing up this post (while also inhaling two bowls of Lucky Charms, but I digress). Right before I hit Publish, it dawned on me that the greatest piece of artwork was right under my nose, or rather, hanging directly above my head: The piece above was handmade by a dear friend of ours named Marian. Marian introduced Scott and me ten years ago, and it was her gift to us on our wedding day. This message hangs above the table where we break bread every morning together as a family…and, of course, where we gather again later in the day for dinner. These words are a constant reminder that one should never take a loved one for granted.
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