Well, hello there, friends! It’s been far too long.
Things with Beatrix have been challenging to say the least; I haven’t been writing because I simply haven’t been doing anything that I felt was worthy of noting here. Now that I’ve been dragging around my 80 pound ball and chain for two weeks, I can say that in that amount of time I have managed to accomplish a surprising amount of projects around the house, but none of them seemed to be related in any way to the content of this blog thus far. I have always tried to be very contentious of the purpose of this blog, and of it’s theme. I have started and abandoned hundreds of posts over the year because they didn’t quite make “sense” to me, in the overall concept of my public running commentary.
When I finished with school last May, I really needed a break from being so rigorous with my studio practice, which is very much about recording my ideas, preferably in a physical, or tangible way. I have always preferred pen and paper to typing my notes, and my sketchbooks range from pages and pages of text, to colored pencil child-like sketches of wobbly chairs.
If there is one thing that I have embraced with my personal notes over the years, it is this: Nothing is too ridiculous. In my experience, we can never know what will be genius later on. Like a crime scene detective keeping every little bit of evidence, not knowing what the key to cracking the case will be, I try not to let any of even my silliest or most unfinished ideas escape before recording them in some way.
This results in many “interesting” notes, like:
“The ballerina lamp shade”
“READ some JACK LONDON”
a drawing of a chandelier
“make a kick-ass upholstery studio in the basement (see 13.1 on page 8) BUT NO – SERIOUSLY – DO IT!”
“New Flags & Poles”
many to-do lists
….just to name a few. There are some that I cannot write about – they’re too good, and I’m not ready to share them yet!
Over the past few weeks my sketching and note-taking has dramatically increased, due mostly to the fact that I have to sit quietly with my sedated and depressed Rottweiler, while I wait for her to fall asleep. Once she is, I try to move around the house as little as possible, especially avoiding the creaky stairs; waking her up would only mean I’d have to repeat the quiet time part. This means that I’ve been spending a lot more time outside, working in my garden and dreaming about our land. The past three weeks have given me a lot of time to think about things, and to consider how my goals have shifted in the past 10 years. I am trying to pay better attention to my inner voices, and notice these shifts as they occur, rather than in retrospect.
This has brought me to understand that the homestead and the garden and the house and my studio practice are all of equal importance to me. They all occupy roughly the same amount of time in my thoughts, even if this is seasonal. I spend more time in the summer thinking about my garden, because it’s growing and changing every day and I have to keep up. However, during the winter months, when fewer growing things need attention, my studio practice can draw more of my time and mental energy.
I have been struggling to keep all of these things separate, which begs the question: why? If all of these aspects of my life are of equal importance, why have I been trying to keep them segregated?
Part of the answer to this question is: Because I wouldn’t know what to call myself. That sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. Not an Interior Designer. Not a Homesteader. Not a Furniture Maker, or a House “Wife”, or a Chicken Mom, or a Gardener, or an Upholsterer, or a Writer, or a Handy-Woman, or a Sporadic Philosopher.
I am all of these things and more, and therefore have nothing to call myself.
This blog has thus far been about my furniture and interior design projects and ideas. I have refrained, as much as possible, from putting in anything purely “homestead,” mostly because I was worried that it wouldn’t fit. I have had a change of heart.
I may not know yet what to call myself (“Supreme Mistress of the Universe” has a nice ring to it, and all, but I’m not settled on anything just yet…), but even without a job title, I believe that this blog can evolve to cover all of the things that I feel are important. With that in mind, readers can expect a more diverse array of subjects from my posts, effective immediately.