I have always enjoyed the creative process. Matters not a whit if I am any good at it. Taking something random and manipulating it to create something that is pleasing to the eye has always brought me an intense satisfaction. I wish I was ‘artistic’. I am not. But I do believe I have a good eye and I see things differently.
I have always been ‘crafty’ – as I said in an earlier post, I have an old soul covered in glitter and glue; but more than that, I believe I also have an appreciation for and an ability to see a beauty not easily apparent, and that is the beauty of a good story. I believe all things have a story. And the older the object, the richer the story. Much like the little yellow corn pot …
I love to take old objects, old furniture, restore them and give them new life, a new home, and perhaps another chapter.
But …. my own home looks more cluttered than loved. I need a space: ‘A Room of One’s Own’, as Virginia so very nicely put it!
And while #1 son was home last week, he and Kayla began the process of creating a space for me. They worked together like Chip and Joanna on my shed, my little ‘Fixer Upper’, which I, with a love for all things Alice, would like to call Down the Rabbit Hole. It’s a bit of a mouthful though, and perhaps Twice-loved Antiques and Curiosities is a more apt description.
Here is where I will work on and display my projects. Find them new homes.
Yesterday, I began insulating … today the job continues.