Sometimes, usually on Sunday mornings while I'm listening to the Archers omnibus and finishing my cleaning with a quick dust and polish. I like to take a moment to look at the little details on certain pieces in our home. The delicate brush strokes on a hand painted plate or the pretty moulding on a French mirror.
Noticing these small things and appreciating them in new lights certainly makes that household chore less onorous! On closer inspection, I find myself identifying certain things; those pretty blossoms are actually Forget-me-knots, or the border of another plate is trimmed by Lily of the Valley.
I used to be much more frivolous on my buying forrays to antique shops and fairs. Procuring anything I remotely liked the look of without really thinking about where I was going to put it. Now I am much more restrained and only buy something which I really love. Occasionally, I walk away from something that I should have really bought and regretted it later. But at least I no longer have a horde of items that I bought without really thinking about how they would fit it.
I find that now without the clutter of things that I only kind of liked, I can see the small delicate details of the things that I love. They give me a little bit of joy when they catch my eye, whether it is while cleaning or while I am heading out of the door on a Monday morning.