Wednesday, August 10, 2011

CV - Home Place

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During the course of my 43 years, I’ve called over 20 physical places home.  The only connecting thread these places have is me.  The roommates have changed.  The cities have changed.  The furniture has changed.  I carry the memories of each place with me, but if I had to explain them to a complete stranger, how would I?  In order to do this, I had to think of how I remember them.  It’s the “smells” that I tend to think of first.  My childhood home smelled of wild muscadines and my mother’s Chanel  No. 5.  My dorm room smelled of stale cigarettes and hair products.  (It was the late 1980s after all.)  My first “grownup” apartment smelled of Murphy’s oil as I was obsessed with keeping the beautiful hardwood floors glossy.  (Sadly, that is an obsession I outgrew, which is quite apparent as I look at my current floor, which is covered in dog hair and bits of paper the kittens have shredded.)   My current home smells like pets and orange blossoms – hopefully, more of the latter than the former.  For CV, ideally I would post a photo of my orange tree, which currently full of ripening fruit.  However, my camera is in Sweden on holiday, so instead I will post a scan of the orange fabric I bought to make curtains for my sewing room.   It doesn't smell, but at least it's the right color so it's a little on point...


  1. I like how you described all places that used to be home for you. I have similar way of remembering my old homeplaces and there have been many as well.

    I like the color of your curtains but I'd love to see your orange tree too- maybe when your camera is back from its holiday...? ;)

    Have a great day,

  2. As I read your post, I tried to think what I remember the houses I've lived in by - probably by the kind of light that streamed through the windows. For instance, I remember a ground floor room in London with a nice view of a garden, but it was so so dark in there!
    Happy sewing!

  3. The smells of home! What a wonderful approach to the topic! And the perfect doorway into memory!