I worked in the guest bedroom yesterday, cleaning and sorting, making piles to toss, to give away, to keep.
It feels good to get organized and know where everything is.
I found the perfect cart with drawers at the office supply store and have moved all the wooden stamps into it.
The clear acrylic stamps are in notebooks, inside plastic pages.
I should go get another cart for the ink pads and accessories.
I found a small carrying bin at Michaels for the brads and grommets.
The possibilities are endless with stamps-depending on your choice of paper, inks and position, you can create all sorts of images or dolls in my case.
I am hooked on stamps by Catherine Moore and Kimberly Crick and I am back in paper mode, or so it seems.
I eventually want to teach classes with it, and need to make some examples and it is important to be organized and transportable.
Looking around my room in the early morning light I see birds and fairies and mushrooms.The faces seem to have a look of quiet expectation.
All waiting for what the day will bring.
Flowers and buttons will embellish and bloom on fabric
and paper gardens growing in my mind.
I glance up and see more bright blooms outside. Focusing on the screen, then blinking to see the view. Letting the bougainvillea finally grow with rampant abandon- not trimming or containing it any longer.
The nature of the plant is to grow wild and bloom when it reaches the sun - necessary to heat the branches and engulf them with flames of brilliant flowers. They are paper-like and delicate to the touch.
Looking back down, I see more birds and winged things waiting to be used.
Paper dolls surround me and watch, as I stack, fold, gather, cut and create.
Symbols of tenderness and love are everywhere I look.
This is the stamp room now, at least until the next guest arrives.
The 6 foot table is set up and the fabric bins and wool piles are shifted back into the sewing room. It doesn't seem fair that I have so much space to spread all this out but I could fill a warehouse if given the opportunity!
The light is lovely in this room and the birds on the lake coo and call to each other as the squirrels chase each other through the trees.
Nature surrounds me and I feel content for the moment.
There are not enough hours in the day to do all the things I want.
I feel that way Every Day!
Even though some days I feel empty and tired, worn down and sad there are
other times that I feel alive with energy and joy and a need to translate that emotion into something beautiful.
No, I am not bi-polar!
That isn't funny! Really, I am trying to be serious here.
A thin aqua line caught unaware calls to me.
I want to walk out and get on my bike and experience this day with the wind gently breezing by, sunshine warm on my arms as I steer toward more adventures.
But, I probably will just stay here, straightening and cleaning and getting ready to make more mess.
Spring cleaning?
It must be because I am dusting, washing, drying, cleaning and sorting.
I have a big pile for the give away table at the next Surface Design Meeting.
missed the play day, sadly, I wanted to go but thought it was Next week.
I need reminders. I need a secretary!
Hell, I need a maid!!! Oh, wait- I am the maid!
well- at least once a week, anyway.
I should be getting back to it...
hugs
and
kisses
and be well, today, dear ones.
xo,
kim