It was heavier than I had imagined, and it left little bits of…something…all over the front of me, as a lovely parting gift.
“There.” I said after I dropped it down and kicked it into place. A brand new doormat large enough for the double front doors of the house rental project I’m working on.
As per my instructions: No flowers, no bright colors, nothing cutesy, completely inoffensive.
Just a simple tan-colored mat made of choir with a thin border and the word WELCOME in black. Not even a dark sinister black. A hue of medium blackish. A happy black, if you will.
“Oh my Gawd, I love everything!” she squealed.
We were near the end of this hellacious project and one of the principles had just finished a self guided tour of the place.
With such a limited budget the transformation was nothing short of amazing.
You could say it was alchemy. I’d call it a miracle. Right up there with turning water into wine, straw into gold, Bruce into Caitlyn.
“Oh, except that. I don’t like that at all.” All the gushing had stopped dead.
I turned my head to see what she was pointing and glaring at. Her response was definitive and whatever it was — Had. To. Go.
It was the freakin’ doormat.
“I hate when they say welcome.” she pronounced. “Take it back and get a plain one. No WELCOME.” and with that she went back inside and the gushing resumed.
It never occurred to me that the word WELCOME on a front doormat could elicit such a strong reaction.
Interesting…
“You’re right…you’re right.” I replied, struggling to pick up the mat and carry it back to the truck, thinking of my own bright blue front door mat that says HELLO in friendly white cursive.
Feeling rejected, the ginormous WELCOME mat put up a struggle going back to the truck and I was out of breath.
“They should start a line of doormats that read GO AWAY or DON’T BOTHER ME or GET OUT OF HERE. Someone is missing out on a fortune.” I gasped.
I figured I was far enough away that she couldn’t hear me, but from inside I heard laughter. “I’d buy those.” I heard her say.
Huh.
You Are Not Welcome.
The insight hit me like a bolt of lightning.
Maybe you can tell a lot about a person by their front door mat.
Some people, this woman included, do not lay out the welcome mat.
Not ever.
Not to their home, their feelings, their story or their life.
They are private and guarded and I get it.
Obviously that is a land I do not inhabit — but I read her loud and clear.
From where she stands WELCOME in friendly black letters — is a dirty word.
It was right then that the entire project began to make sense.
All white, beige and taupe.
No color.
Nothing with any personality.
Key word: Utilitarian.
Nothing offends, nothing makes an impression — it is a blank slate.
You know what? She’s right. It’s a rental.
Don’t leave anything of yourself behind. No clues to who you might be or what you like.
A brightly colored pillow belies whimsy, a choice of art shows your taste.
Don’t give yourself away to strangers and for Godsakes — no Welcome mats.
Oh well, to each his own.
Carry on,
xox
Do you have an aversion to WELCOME mats? Are you that private and guarded? Talk to me.
