Rome wasn't built in a day OR Everything costs....
This past weekend was so busy, emotionally and very much doing things busy as well! I started painting in Willow's room last week, a task that has been on my list for a long time. The kids rooms are small and that coupled with the fact that as children of a thrifting mom, they both have a lot of stuff I have to tackle things in small steps. I've been on the look out for a twin bed for her room for a long time. Since she doesn't sleep in her room, it has not been too much of an issue, but as I create her little worldscape, I do need a bed in the equation. So before I began, I had an ice cream table and chair for tea parties, a large kitchen set, a calico critters play table, a vintage vanity and a dresser. Are you kidding me? There is simply no space for a bed.... I moved all of the toys and stuff and I began to paint and my decorating ADD took hold. I finished one wall and some trim and I decided quite suddenly that the carpet needed to come up. I remember texting my Mom and exclaiming "OMG what did I do? I am never going to get this done before Joe get's home from work!" which was the goal.. to appear all bad ass... and have it done before he got back. To be clear and fair the carpet looked as if it was going to come up really easy. But my tools were all wrong. I couldn't find a Stanley knife and my x-acto blades are too small, so I **cringe** tried to cut it with scissors. That was very much akin to bringing a butter knife to a gun fight... I struggled with it. I got mad....
Listen up children, the right tools for the job make all the difference.
The home front looked very much like a shabby chic natural disaster and I thought seriously several times about throwing it all out of the window and starting fresh and clean! But the window was frozen...
In the mean time of household distress I came to a breaking point with a friendship. Did you ever meet someone who wowed you with charisma and stories and you loved them based really on nothing but stories? I had a friend like this and over the past few weeks the veil fell off and I saw her trueness. Do you know that guttural feeling when things are not right? I felt it. I stayed in that for a bit did my own research and I realized that I could not have her near my family or in my space anymore. I did nothing other than sever our ties. Our virtual connection. I had to because I felt icky thinking about the situation and the moment I knew it was over (or a least my having to see her status posts) I felt like this was a step in the right direction. The moral of the story is that you do not have to be friends with EVERYONE. Listen, we as artists try hard to create a lovely spot to create our art in and to allow someone who is a predator, toxic, or a joy thief into your space is doing yourself a big disservice to your creativity.
So the house is a mess, I am morning the loss of a person I thought was a friend and the sun started to peek through the grey. I had some amazing feedback about my work. LIKE uber amazing. I could not have been more excited if Queen Elizabeth called me up.
Yesterday the correct tools were acquired and the carpet was removed to give us beautiful wood floors.
Joe finished putting a new light fixture in the bathroom and now all but a few towel bars will make that room done.
I am all about feeling more deeply this year and this encompasses the realization that we all may be connected, but not akin. As I work I consciously honor my intuition in my home crafting, my art and my friendships. I want to be the kind of person that curates a life with all of the things and people that make me happy, there simply is not time or energy for less.