The first painting I ever sold came from a vicodin-induced haze. I have no recollection of creating it. I went into a fit after my wisdom teeth were removed, vacuuming the house for bugs and creating several mixed-media paintings in the span of 24 hours.
I’m not busy.
It’s a strange thing to say. When is the last time you heard that phrase? Can you remember the last time you said it?
I am not busy. I have not been busy for a long time. It’s a choice and most people don’t understand.
Some may automatically argue that I have it easier. If only I lived their lives I would realize why it is so necessary to be busy.
I call B.S.
Turn old needlework into a kin-folk inspired arrangement using simple embroidery hoops. My nana passed me a variety of linens, from tablecloths and napkins to runners and pillows. The styles varied but one thing caught my eye. Continue reading
Clutter is such a fascinating word. Its both the individual pieces and the state of all those pieces put together. It’s an active verb. It’s a state of being. It’s a process.
Almost every self-help decluttering guide focuses on the central theme of feeling overwhelmed by stuff. You are literally tripping over things and it gets in the way of your life. My personal (and continuing) journey to decluttering started with similar frustration.
All the little gnomes are coming out to play. They’re everywhere this season as a holiday motif. You can make your own little, felt gnome Christmas ornaments in just a few minutes.
Over ten years ago, these dark, espresso stained end tables were a big buy for my new little apartment. The whole place was white from the walls and trim to the tile floors and ceiling. So, the brown provided a great contrast.
I love giving plants as gifts, even when they are misguided. One summer, I had two friends who were both pregnant with similar due dates. The first, Meg, was a free spirit. She had a soft, cozy home and we often talked about our furniture restoration projects. The one, Jess, was a settled-in city girl. She stored clothes in her oven because she didn’t like to cook and enjoyed traveling.