Let me start by saying thank you to Karen from My Desert Cottage for all the hard work she puts in to host this fab event. I can't even keep my few ducks in a row...let alone coordinate over 300 of 'em!
Whew...and double whew!!!
This is my first time to participate in Where Bloggers Create and I'm thrilled to see all the amazing work places that are being shared. Everyone does such a splendid job interpreting their personal playpens to best represent their unique talents and personalities.
My workspace is basically an unorganized organization of my life and work.
(I get this handy skill from my daddy.)
Here is where the madness begins and ends. It's where I keep the business end moving,
hoard store treasures and retreat when I need a break. It's also where I go to visit the world of the talented and sit a spell.
Myself...I've never made a secret of the fact that when it comes to creating, I'm better at stealing...I mean borrowing ideas. I guess when all you girls were swimming in the deep end of the talent-gene pool...I was hanging around the lifeguard tower...trying not to freckle.
It's a fact I've always been aware (and more than a little ashamed) of. Girls are supposed to know how to sew, make pretty things, and be clever gluing cardboard. All I ever managed to do was either glue...or sew my fingers together.
Imagine my surprise when I started blogging three years ago to discover I did indeed possess a hidden talent. Maybe not a great one...but a little talent that up until then I was unaware of.
It seems unbeknownst to me, with the practice of writing that came with blogging, I had an ability to string letters into words, then into comprehensible sentences. Sentences that some people even found enjoyable to read...at least that's what some of y'all tell me.
Well Yee to the Haw!
Having loved the written word, research papers, monograms and most of all...books since I was five...God sat me down at a computer and revealed His plan for me. As my sweet friend R. E. told me when I wondered about the late timing in my life for this new adventure...the 59 preceding years was His way of preparing me.
Where others sprinkle glitter on their projects...I liberally add punctuation marks (and break all kinds of writing rules doing so!).
Where some use glue or nails to hold things together...I use conjunctions...and ellipses!
Your nemesis may be edges that won't lay flat. Mine is jokes that land flat.
You may fret over missed stitches...I cringe over grammar miscued...mine.
And if you promise to not mention spelling...I won't mention that one spot you forgot to trim.
I've seen art pieces that are layer upon layer of individual items, all to highlight the finished product.
I layer adjectives and adverbs to embellish mine...with a ten dollar word thrown in every now and then for good measure.
Do I sometimes go over the top with my Texasified way of talking?
You betcha, but let me ask you one question.
Do you ever use too much ribbon for flourish when you're trying to make it your own?
Ain't no such thing as too much anything...except calories and bills.
(Leave it to Bella to get in the on act...my little muse!)
Don't get me wrong. I certainly don't think I'm the next Harper Lee....ah contrary mes amis. I don't even consider myself Paris Hilton!
The point is I never would have known I could even attempt to write without having blogged first. Whether it is just kinda ok writing or even bad...I enjoy it and that's important to me. Surrounding myself with things I love inspires me, brings me joy and writing allows me to express that joy.
It's the same joy you feel when you step back and look at your art with pride...knowing it was created by you...and you alone.
Just as I know each of you are proud of your accomplishments with a hot glue gun or a roll of burlap...I'm just as pleased with my ability to talk and type! The words I can't take full credit for. Most of the time...I'm just the typist...His.
(*Squirrel Attention Deficiency Disorder)
Little known fact...when I was searching for a name for my blog, I initially tried for "white trash" because we bought and sold so much white
junk quality merchandise. That name was taken and I tried several others until something Someone told me to type in "Talking White Trash". I did and it was accepted. The funny thing is when I hit publish for that very first post...my header read "Talking Trash"...and I've been talking ever since.
God knew me better than I did.
SQUIRREL ALERT!!! (The sequel)
Good gravy. I just realized I took so many flippin' photos I'm gonna have to finish this up with a part deux! I really wanted to share the art I've received from dear friends I've made since I started blogging, but it'd be cruel to make y'all sit through 30+ photos with me jabberin' in just one sitting. Nobody should be made to wear out their sit-upons...even for less-than-great photos of some more-than-Fab U Lous stuff!
Besides there's a lot of WBC posts to read (drool over) and I'm not gonna keep y'all here any longer than necessary. If you want to come back in a day or two and see what I've added...come on up to the house...I'll leave the light on for you.
Now go...visit...enjoy all the beautiful spaces that folks work...and play in!