Maybe this is really about strawberry curtains and change. About how small things in everyday life sometimes tell us that something inside us is slowly becoming new.
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I started writing this yesterday evening, but then life happened in between. The birthday celebration was waiting, the presents needed to come along, and the text had to rest until today 🌿
When my husband gets an idea into his head, there is really no talking him out of it. If it is not a new phone, then it is a watch or, like now, a patio heater. Though honestly, I cannot deny that a little warmth outside in the evening would feel quite cozy on a beautiful summer night.
But yesterday he suddenly decided that now was the time.
Now we were going to buy a gas heater.
My husband, who researches absolutely everything down to the smallest detail, had found one he wanted. But oh, how disappointed he was — it was out of stock. So instead we came home with new kitchen curtains, fire starters, and herbs for my little herb basket where rosemary, mint and oregano now live together.
Now I am going to spoil both myself and the family with fresh herbs instead of those old spice jars hidden in the back of the cupboard. Hmm… the healthy part of me almost dances just thinking about it.
Phil Spector, or whatever his name is, apparently has some theory about how all colors should be included in food, and all those herbs carry their own shades of green. One of them is even slightly reddish green and perfect for fish.
Though his name is actually Tim Spector.
He talks a lot about gut health, natural food, fermentation and how the body seems to thrive from many different plants and colors in what we eat. Herbs, spices, beans, seeds and different vegetables may help the body more than we realize in everyday life.
At the same time, there are contradictions around him too. While talking about natural food and less ultra-processed products, he has also helped create the company ZOE, which sells tests, apps and health products. Some people therefore feel that he has gone from research into profiting from health trends.
Still, I like the basic idea behind what he says.
That food is allowed to simply be food.
Colors, scents, herbs and things that actually feel alive on the plate.
And honestly, a small herb basket on the patio feels a lot nicer than yet another plastic spice jar hidden in the pantry 🌿
When Strawberry Curtains and Change Move Into the Kitchen
I actually think I may have moved on a little from my green period.
I still love green and every spring, sometimes almost all year except around Christmas, I have usually had lime green curtains in the kitchen. But when I took them down yesterday, it almost felt like something moved out of my body.
It was not only the curtains leaving the window.
It felt as if something moved out of me too.
Out of my mind.
Such a strange feeling, almost like something had become finished, complete and over. As if a period of life had done what it came to do.
And maybe it sounds strange that curtains could create emotions like that. But I do not think it is really about the curtains themselves. I think the things around us sometimes carry periods of our lives without us even realizing it.
Both psychology and feng shui talk about how our homes often reflect our inner world. How we are drawn toward different colors depending on what we need at certain times in life.
Green often stands for growth, recovery, healing, energy and balance.
And maybe that lime green color was exactly that for me during several years.
Something alive.
Something that held things together.
Something that gave strength.
But sometimes something changes inside a person before the mind fully understands it.
What once felt completely right suddenly starts to feel finished.
Not wrong.
Just complete.
And when I took those curtains down, it was almost as if my body already knew.
Now there are white curtains with tiny strawberries hanging there instead. Softer, calmer and lighter. Almost as if the house itself wanted to exhale a little.
Maybe it means nothing at all.
Or maybe it means something new is slowly making room inside me now 🌿
I honestly think strawberry curtains and change were connected more deeply than I first understood.
Strawberry Curtains and Change in the Small Things
And maybe that is why the feeling became so strong. Because deep down, I do not think it was really about curtains at all.
When I wrote my previous post about dreams and sleep, I described how it felt as though my body had sorted something out during the night. As if thoughts and emotions that had been rubbing painfully inside me were slowly finding the right place.
And now this feeling arrived instead.
That something moved out.
It is almost the same thing, just from two different directions.
In the dreams, things were being reorganized.
And when the curtains came down, something seemed finished.
Maybe this is simply how human beings work sometimes. We change internally long before our minds fully understand it.
And maybe that is when it starts showing itself in small ways:
We rearrange furniture.
Change colors.
Clear things away.
Or suddenly long for calmer surroundings.
The strange thing is how all this happens through such tiny things.
Curtains.
Dreams.
Herbs in a small basket.
Rain against the window.
And still it feels like something important is happening deep inside 🌿
Maybe that is why strawberry curtains and change became such a strong feeling for me this week.
Cheese Puffs, Boomerangs and Birthday Celebrations
And the funny thing is, curtains were not even what we planned to buy when we walked into Rusta. We only needed shower cream and some ordinary things. But somehow we came home with shampoo, curtains and little bits and pieces that suddenly wanted to follow us home too.
We wrapped presents yesterday evening as well.
Presents for Alfred, who had his birthday two days ago but celebrated today.
My husband joked and told him he had forgotten to buy a gift and wondered if a bag of cheese puffs would be enough.
And do you know what?
Alfred said that would be absolutely perfect.
So yes, there was actually a wrapped bag of cheese puffs among the presents. Though of course there were many more gifts than that 🌿
Malou had baked amazing cakes. One with meringue and chocolate cream, another with passionfruit cream and berries. The kind of cakes that almost feel too beautiful to cut into.
Alfred loved grandpa’s cheese puffs, but he was also happy about the basketball and that round thing he first did not understand was actually the basketball hoop.
He also got a frisbee, a boomerang and other small outdoor games for the garden.
I told him that when throwing a boomerang, you absolutely have to sing:
“Bang a boomerang…”
…because it works better that way.
And the funny thing is that I had actually played that song in the car a few weeks ago when Alfred and I were driving together. That was when he told me he wished for a boomerang. And yesterday he still remembered the song when I mentioned it again.
He also received a football goal from Malou’s partner’s parents and his sister with family.
The little guy helped assemble the goal and got praised for his English skills. I told him afterward, though his dad had already said the same thing.
And honestly, some things deserve to be said more than once. Especially the things that help build a child up 🌿
Maybe These Are the Days We Remember
And today I am sitting here smiling a little about all of it.
About how life so rarely turns out exactly the way we imagined.
We went out to buy a patio heater but came home with strawberry curtains, herbs, cheese puffs and a feeling of summer in the middle of the wind.
Maybe those are exactly the kinds of days we remember later on.
Reflection
Sometimes we do not notice life changing while it is happening. We only see it afterward. In small details. In colors we suddenly grow tired of. In the calmness we begin longing for. In children laughing around a birthday table or in a tiny herb basket by the patio window.
Maybe healing sometimes looks like this. Not like huge decisions or dramatic changes.
But like strawberry curtains instead of lime green.
Fresh herbs instead of old spice jars.
And a body slowly learning how to breathe a little more freely again 🌿
Question for You
Have you ever felt that something in your home suddenly stopped feeling like “you”?
That a color, a piece of furniture or a tiny change was really about something much bigger happening inside?
Between the Lines – Strawberry Curtains and Change in Everyday Life 🌿
Maybe this is why these kinds of texts matter to us as human beings.
Because it is never really only about curtains, herbs or cheese puffs.
It is about recognition.
About how all of us slowly change throughout life without always noticing it while it happens. How our homes sometimes follow our emotions and begin reflecting things we ourselves have not yet found words for.
Maybe someone recognizes the sudden longing for softer colors.
Someone else recognizes the feeling that something inside has become finished.
And maybe someone is sitting right now in the middle of their own quiet life transition without fully understanding it yet.
But perhaps that is exactly how change often looks.
Not like huge revolutions.
But like small shifts.
Softer colors.
Calmer breaths.
More presence in what truly matters.
And in the middle of all that, life still continues offering birthday parties, meringue cakes, children laughing and wrapped bags of cheese puffs 🌿
Maybe that is what really holds people together.
Those tiny everyday moments that turn out to mean far more than we first believed.
We went out to buy a patio heater but came home instead with strawberry curtains and change.
Read Also 🌿
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