Well, it's unpacked, organized, ready for things to be dreamt up and created. The beads and wire and tools are waiting. Stacks of fabric and thread and my sewing machine are seemingly itching to be turned into something useful (or at least pretty). Handmade papers and Modge Podge and canvases all ready to go. Postage stamps and flowers cut out from catalogs and bits of ephemera just clamoring to collectively become something more.
|Still needs a little decoration. Something colorful on the wall or ceiling.|
|The bright corner. I stop and look almost every time I pass the bead strands.|
I'm going to chalk this up to a need for being quiet. A need for stillness. For having our kitten strewn across my lap or belly so we both feel comforted. Perhaps a need for a bit of escape from missing Montana. Surely, it is an escape from the nervous angst of trying to find a job. I also think it's the time of year. As the trees change color and the nights become downright chilly, autumn is a time to cuddle up with a good book, to bake things with apples and pumpkin in them, to break out thicker sweaters and to kind of...nest, no? That being written, a job and income would be considerably more handy than seasonal creature comforts!!
Well, maybe after I finish this last book (I'm already more than halfway through!), I will get back on the bandwagon so to speak. Find a job and conjur something up in my newly put together room. Then I can feel irreproachable when I begin the next borrowed e-book which is Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed. I'm expecting it to be a good read.
|The red barn that is the view from my windows.|