And it is glorious.
It was a major undertaking, one that required a long, contemplative absence from this space. I’m sorry to have kept you hanging, but it had to be done.
It was a clearing out. An upheaval of the status quo. A reimagining of the function of the space. A letting go of so, so much - ideas long expired, remnants from former lives, baggage. I feel so free, so unencumbered.
The world is my oyster, and it is the most beautiful world I could muster within the confines of this space. I tried to paint heavily with the brush of restraint, to avoid putting in too much, to leave room for contemplation.
There’s room now for a few precious things that stand on the merits of their beauty alone.
Other elements meld the virtues of function and beauty. To be sure: Roy G. Biv was here.
This particular nook makes me feel like a small genius. A comfy chair! To sit and ponder in. To glean a different perspective from. To simply be in.
The fabric cubes: my single greatest achievement. Before the Great Upheaval, their confines were spilling out all over everything. They couldn’t even begin to contain my collection of fabric. They were infested with the accoutrements of mice. I estimate that I purged the equivalent of a small bus; bags and bags and bags of thrift-bound castoffs, so many I lost count. I put a sturdy backing on the cubes, to require mice to enter from the much-more-exposed front side. I have begun a rigorous trapping program, sponsored by peanut butter. So far the body count is at four, a pittance.
And I found a fantastic use for two years of past Nikki McClure calendars. That they are so beautiful makes me want to keep them visible by not filling those cubes to the brim. Genius.
I feel like a blank slate, made fresh and clean and ripe-near-to-bursting with possibilities. It is a good place to be.