My Frankenpot

September 30, 2013




I would like to introduce you to my Frankenpot. I figured that the timing was apropos since Halloween is just around the corner, but honestly, it's a story for any time.  It's also the perfect example of the old saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and since Exquisitely Unremarkable is all about finding beauty in the everyday, I thought I would share.  

I mean, honestly, what could be more everyday than a broken pot?



Our tale begins many years ago in the land of no children, where everything stays just where you put it...and intact.  I had come down with the decorating bug sometime after high school and was loving the process of making our first house a home when I bought this little number at Marshall's for $9.99 (the price tag is still stuck to the bottom of the pot!). I don't know why I liked it so much, I just did, which was rather odd, because I am not generally a fan of faux flowers.  

Either way, this little gem wormed its way into my heart and sat happily on one shelf or another in my living room for about a year.  

Until.  

Until, a certain someone was born and systematically un-decorated my home at every opportunity. 

From the start, I have loved being a mom, it was definitely my calling, but while the baby filled my heart and my home in a way that no piece of furniture or accessory ever could, I did not like the décor changes necessary to accommodate a baby and then toddler. There were primary colored pieces of plastic furniture everywhere. My shelves and table tops were either empty or padded or covered in soggy board books.  I was loving motherhood, but the aesthetic had a lot to be desired!

Somehow, that pretty little pot managed to go unnoticed by baby for about a year and a half. It had been tucked into a corner of our built-in bookcase and camouflaged against the white paint, I suppose. One evening while making dinner and very pregnant with baby number two, I peeked in on my husband and little one from the kitchen and watched in horror as my husband tried to get the pot from my daughter who was holding on to it...like a ball, ready to pitch. 

Instinctively, I called her name and she knew by my tone I wanted the pot. So, she did what any toddler would do, she giggled and ran. She was halfway across the room when daddy said, "Come on pumpkin, give daddy the pot!" She did, good girl that she was and is, she tossed it to him...and missed. 

It smashed into several pieces on the floor.  Baby laughed and daddy laughed as she was scooped up and away from the broken pottery. 

I cried. 

I cried a lot. 

It was irrational, but I was very pregnant, very tired and the house was under construction, as we were adding a bedroom and moving a kitchen to make room for baby.  Our home was in total disrepair, completely undecorated and the broken pot was just the last straw.  I'm not proud of my behavior, it was just a stupid pot from Marshall's.  I had bought it for myself, it wasn't even a gift.  It had no real meaning whatsoever. 

Until.

Until that day. 

That pot has been with us for over fifteen years now. I hate faux flowers even more now then I did then, but that silly Frankenpot is the most beautiful home décor accessory I own. 

It's not that it was a great story, my daughter didn't do anything prolific and I cried like a spoiled teenager over it, but as the years go by and the memories get fuzzier, I can only recall the sweetness.  Those cracks represent a time when our family was tiny and so much was brand new. I see the house where we started out. I recall my daughter's baby face lighting up as I call her name and the flash of that devilish smile. I see my husband, glue in hand, trying to make his exhausted, fat wife feel better. I envision my swollen belly, the wonderful promise of another baby to come.

It's a busted pot and yet it's still making me smile.  It truly is exquisitely unremarkable.  Not bad for $9.99, huh?




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24 comments:

  1. That is such a beautiful story it actually brought tears to my eyes. I love stories like that. Old scars that remind you of stupid teenage dares, notches on and marks on the door where you measured your kids when they were small and now Frankenpots!

    Our children are still young but I hope to look back on some of their frustrating moments of today with the such great fondness tomorrow.

    Thanks for sharing and for the silly hormonal tears (me, now, not you, then!)

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    1. Thank you for your sweet comment, Serena! Time is great for putting everything into perspective, that is for sure!

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  2. That cracked pot is a bargain at half the price.....no, actually it's priceless. I also got teary reading this story, it reminded me of those precious fleeting days when our kids were small. Well done.

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    1. Thanks so much, JC...it goes by way too fast, doesn't it?

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  3. That pot is beautiful and honestly I would rather have a pot like that, that has a story, than a brand new one from a store. My kids have "un-decorated" many things in my home. lol I love that phrase.

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    1. Thanks Debbie! I do love that pot and I try to keep that in mind as my kids are still "un-decorating" around here! :)

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  4. No tears, but big grins - it's the 'things' which hold our memories sometimes. They're important to keep around us :) Lovely post and beautifully written.

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    1. Glad it made you smile! :) Thanks for the lovely comment.

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  5. That was such a lovely story, Kim. I can't think of a similar story of the top of my head, but I do love when objects hold such a special place in our hearts because of all they have "seen" and been through.

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    1. Yes! Trust me there are lots of things around here that have "seen" and been through it all and I am happy to toss them (think headless Barbie dolls and an innumerable amount of stuffed animals) but for some reason that pot is a keeper!

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  6. Thanks for visiting my blog- I had to drop over and check yours out! Nice blog- great story-I can certainly identify with it. Superb writing, as well. Have a great week. Deb @Kneaded Creations

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    1. Thanks Deborah ~ so glad you popped over! :) Thank you for your lovely words!

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    1. Thanks Madeleine ~ that's very sweet!

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  8. Very much identify with your story I have 2 teenagers and things always get broken but it happens and its a lovely story thanks for sharing I'm visiting from inspiration monday. I'm lorraine at http://lorrainesresources.blogspot.com

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    1. Lorraine, I wouldn't trade them for the world, but it would be nice to keep my stuff intact! Sometimes! Thanks for visiting and commiserating with me! :)

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  9. What a special post. Thanks tons for linking to Inspire Me. Hugs, Marty

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    1. Thank you Marty, it is very sweet of you to come to my blog every week to check out the post I linked up.

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  10. I loved your sweet story. So true to life and with special memories. Your Frankenpot is beautiful.

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    1. Thanks Babs! It really is a cute pot, even with the cracks! It's funny how in the days and months immediately following I would look at the pot and grimace and yet now, with the passage of time, I see it and smile!

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  11. I love this, we all need a reminder to remember what is really important in life:)) I should have saved a few of my children's "un-decorating" pieces. Just pinned and will be sharing on Facebook as one of this week's features at Freedom Fridays:))

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    1. I am really flattered Evelyn, thanks so much! I don't know why this particular piece has stuck around so long, it really is so broken, but I am glad that I have held on to it! :)

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  12. That happens sometimes. I get attached to objects and most people would think that it's material stuff but sometimes, for some reasons it's not about the object itself but the memories it holds. I can tell you. I don't live in my country anymore for many sad reasons and yet I have a small space in my family in laws' house where I left some boxes with all my special stuff. I don't know if I will see them soon but I just can't throw them away for different reasons they mean so much to me. They hold so many memories and so much love. Everything else I gave them away and I'm happy giving things away but those I have in those boxes I think I will never be able to give them or throw them away. It is a lovely story indeed Kim, Thanks so much for sharing.

    XOXO
    Cami

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    1. I am so glad that my story spoke to you Camila. I am not a material girl, either, but I agree that sometimes the emotions we feel for a person or a special time in our lives can get transferred to an item. Keeping the "stuff" becomes a way to hold those dear memories close. I hope you do get to open your boxes sometime soon. Thank you so much for your very thoughtful comment~

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