(Thank you Sister Janet for my beautiful pendant. I wear it everywhere...including to bed!)
Seeing all the fabulous studios, playpens and offices was amazing and I picked up three important things while viewing the miracle cure-alls they provided.
First...just when I get to thinking there isn't anything new under the sun...I find out how wrong that assumption is. The trick is to make something old, new again. These folks start with just a germ of an idea that grows into full blown genius until at last it goes viral, infecting everyone who wishes they had thought of it first.
I'll be the first to admit to catching more than one or two great solutions to the headaches of problematic storage and cute remedies for the pain of trying to contain clutter.
Second...while I thought I was a
hoarder magpie collector deluxe...some of these gals make moi look like a piker...and I've been at it for 20+ years! It's a hard pill to swallow, but shoot...I thought I held a B.P.* when it came to buying/accumulating stuff. Silly me...'cause it seems a lot of these girls have Ph.D.** shingles hanging on their walls!
(*Builder of Piles)
(**Piled Higher and Deeper)
Truthfully, I got the bends gazing glassy eyed and slack jaw at some of their collections. Fact is, the knowledge that a lot of this stuff is gonna be used for art and not for collecting dust, blew my mind. What a concept!
Law...I stopped breathing a coupla times just thinking about it and thought ol' Cat Daddy was gonna have to give me mouth to mouth!
(Just a little sump'n sump'n for Debra. This one's for you doll! MEOW!)
Lastly...there is no such thing as a completed house or even a single room. It's an ongoing sickness that we women seem to pass from one to another...secretly hoping a cure is never found...all the while our significant others are desperately praying for one to stop the epidemic of ideas.
I now find myself caught in the feverish throes of re-fluffing my fluffing after being exposed to so many clever ideas. In fact...I'm flat out light headed from the thoughts that are whirling in this dizzy noggin of mine.
This is going to be my project for the week...four chairs and a darling leather topped game table (with two leaves). If you don't hear from me during the week...you know I've quarantined myself until I finish....or am overcome by paint fumes.
So much inspiration...so little time!