I have a tiny art workshop set up in a storage area in the back of our house. I am surrounded by cases of brownie and blueberry muffin mixes, with treasures of pecans and Trader Joe's olive oil. The consumables, luggage, and Christmas holiday ornaments share this space.
Amongst this abundance, I hope to keep my creative spirit well nourished. There are two windows for light, and a workbench that was made for me by my grandfather. It was originally a dresser and toy chest in my childhood, and has migrated to other family priorities. My young husband tried to dress it up in our early married years by stripping the paint...so we now have an exposed plywood top. It circumnavigated the globe with us, serving as the perfect diaper changing table for three kids, then a board game/supply repository, and finally a workshop bench for David.
It has come home to roost. Back to being mine, and dedicated to serving my needs and sense of play. I love the fact it's known me through all the phases of my life; gouged and banged, sturdy and honest. It inspires me to be the same.
How nice to walk out of the house, round the corner in the garden, into a secret courtyard where this little realm awaits me and my creativity.
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I guess my original post didn't post. Anyhoo...
So glad to find your blog and catch up on all that you're doing. I loved your account of shopping for friends in particular - it's so familiar! I liken the experience to the children's book, "Are you my mother?" and substitute the phrase, "Are you going to be my friend?" So sad! :)
I understand your kids were with you for Christmas. I'm sure that was fun. I also love having them, get sad when they leave, but am also relieved to get back to my routine.
You write beautifully and it's a joy to read your accounts and adventures. I'm sure you've already had a huge positive influence on so many people. You are a treasure.
Love, Eileen
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