I wasn't so much checking the mailbox as I was fleeing the scene.
When I opened the mailbox it was there. Nestled in among the Redplum coupons, the grocery store ads, and the oil bill. A Pottery Barn catalog. Just for a moment I heard the angels sing. I pulled out the mail, tossing most of it into the recycle bin as I walked into the house. But not the Pottery Barn catalog. Nope, no recycling bin for you yet, my pretty. You, my little book of magic, are going to provide me some much needed therapy.
Then Pottery Barn and I went upstairs where I quickly made beds, put dirty laundry into hampers, threw in a load, and gazed longingly at the cover of the catalog while I folded laundry. I put the laundry away, made a cup of Bigelow's Chai Green Tea (in my beloved Keurig, of course) and then sat down to relax. Just me and Pottery Barn.
I enjoyed it just as much as I thought I would. Each page filled with beautifully photographed, beautifully layered, accessorized, and clean roooms. Pottery Barn catalog inspires me. Just knowing those beautiful images awaited me gave me the push I needed to set my own house to rights. After perusing through Pottery Barn I find myself looking at collections of candles and glassware in new ways. I will arrange pillows and blankets in different groupings, mixing patterns in a way I hadn't thought of before. I have painted picture frames, printed out my photos in black and white, covered scraps of wood with chalkboard paint or fabric, all because of things I've seen in Pottery Barn magazine. I don't actually own a lot of Pottery Barn "stuff." I have a few accessories, my daughter has a lot of their bedding and a desk hutch, and many, many of my paint colors through the years have been taken directly from the Benjamin Moore Pottery Barn paint deck, but for most part it is the lifestyle they are selling that I am buying, not the actual product. (Which is probably not music to Pottery Barn's ears but I'm just tellin' the truth here).
After 30 minutes spent in my now-clean-house, sipping chai green tea and flipping through the catalog I was completely relaxed. I got up, actually set the table for dinner, as opposed to simply putting out plates. I used napkin rings, brought in a centerpiece of a glass bowl filled with sand, white candles, sea glass, and shells (except for the candles all found objects from the ocean). We had a pleasant dinner, enjoyed some dumb game shows as a family, and went to bed.
The next day I was still inspired to move some throw pillows around from different rooms when making my bed. The day after that I hung a shelf in my bathroom that I'd been meaning to hang. Just this morning I grouped some picture frames differently.
I spent 30 minutes with a catalog and I didn't buy anything. But I did get a new attitude.
What inspires yet relaxes you?