Showing posts with label Studio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Studio. Show all posts

November 4, 2011

A Room of Her Own


I painted more on Graffiti Love this week, but I had trouble capturing what I'd done in a photograph so I'm going to share my studio instead. It isn't much, but I am SO thankful for this little room of my own.

To the right of my art table is a large picture window that overlooks my porch.  To the left of the peach chair is the living room where MUCH living happens. And I'm in the big middle of it.

By day, my kids are in and out talking, asking questions, sharing together. By night, it's quiet and thought-provoking--time for me to focus.

I would love to highlight each the little thing and share what it all means to me but alas, I'm out of time.  I'll save that for another day.




Inspired by Amanda Soule's blogA Friday ritual. A few photos  - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

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October 8, 2010

What Messes Are Good For



I'm messy.

I try to be organized, and spit-spot but I'm not.

For many years I've chided myself about this.  Read self-help books.  Watched my amazing organized friends with awe and wondered if I would ever be like them.

But lately, I'm beginning to see some good in my messes.

1.  No one touches my piles (probably because they're afraid of what's under them).  Therefore my special manuscripts and super-secret doodlings are safe. (I'm NOT venturing to show you my writing desk--Yikes!)

2.  Surprisingly, lots of friends hang out at our house.  Despite the mess, they keep coming back.  Which makes me feel loved for exactly who I am.  They don't need my clean house--just me. (And maybe they like being messy too?)

3.  If it gets bad enough, my family will take me seriously when I say they need to pitch in.

4.  Cool stuff grows out of messes. I don't know how it happens but in the midst of puddles of paint, glue and goo, pretty things hatch.  And I like pretty things.

Of course, I will continue my pursuit of the organized/clean life. But in the mean time, I have messes.

Which are you?  A messy or a cleany?  If messy, tell me what beautiful things you've seen grow out of your messses.  If cleany, some tips PLEASE!