I go crazy over signs. Not the zodiac kind, the inspirational kind. If you look through my house, you will find some type of sign in every room.
I just love them… I need them. I don’t know why. I love big signs, small signs, fun signs, family signs, old signs, new signs. If I let myself go really crazy, I’d probably have signs covering my walls. But I’m not THAT crazy. I guess you could say that I collect them. It’s fun. It’s harmless. And for the most part it’s relatively inexpensive.
They remind me of things I need to be reminded of. They inspire me to remember what I’m striving for. Luckily, my husband seems to like them as much as I do. I hope. My kids think they’re dumb. They don’t get it. But when my daughter has a “Create” sign in her bedroom, I’m hoping some of it will sink into her head and she’ll learn to embrace her creativity. I know… I’m stretching here. I don’t care.
I think the signs are part of the impression I am trying to give off with my home. I want it warm, comfortable, accessible. I don’t have the plastic-on-the-sofa kind of house. I have more the invite-all-the-neighborhood-kids-over kind of house. It’s small but it’s cozy (another word for small). With three kids we have a lot of “stuff”. I just keep my stuff up on the walls.
My sign is "good friends…good times". That pretty much sums it up for me!