1. Studio Eight {the craft room makeover}
2. Kitchen Makeover
3. Guest Bathroom
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Last week, I started 37 projects. That’s kinda how I roll. And I should have learned by now that when I do that, I end up sick. So, now I have 37 half finished projects and raging bronchitis. And our family Thanksgiving just happens to be Thursday—-at my house. I am blessed to have been able to hire a painter who’s coming today to help me finish. But I’ll show you a few pics from the week and we’ll all cross our fingers that we get all our ‘stuff’ done in time to relax and enjoy our families. Keep in mind, NOTHING is finished. And while I coughed and painted, the little girls played a lot of American Girl fantasyland and the ‘big’ girls made the cutest shirts.
I find that there’s a certain sense in which things are more than they appear. On the surface, I’m just painting another room. But then the emotions rush in and I wonder if this color therapy is one of many ways the creative heart heals itself. Am I forging a safe cocoon where the boundaries are clear and the dark days must be embraced for the beauty and transformation they inevitably bring? Am I declaring to my life-love that this space, these days, this passion is important. I won’t take it for granted. I won’t give it what’s left over. I will boldly declare—-with strokes of painted love—-that I am in this—–heart and soul.
This project is still in progress so I’ll be forthcoming with colors, etc. I listened to Brandi Carlile’s new album while I painted this weekend—-another form of wonderful therapy. Her song Pride and Joy is unbelievably powerful and speaks of the complicated relationship we have with our children and parents. She’s coming to the Bijou Theatre in Knoxville Feb. 10th. Girls night out anyone? The first time I heard her song ‘The Story’ , I was reminded that there is something in music and art in general that touches on the divine. And everytime I hear this song, I’m so thankful for Steve—who knows my story—-and loves me anyway.
She had a sinewy mind, capable of violent enthusiasms and possessed a driving energy to make and do. Sometimes, it seemed as if the wrong soul had been placed inside that slight body, for she pushed herself to her limits and beyond, and was often ill as a result. There was something in her that could not, or would not, see the distinctions the world wished to make between weak and strong, between women and men, laborer and lord.
sinewy adj. -tough, stringy, strong
Please visit Kimba‘s sight (it’s DIY day) to see lots of fun DIY projects!
I am riddled with vices. Idleness is not one of them. So, as I adjust to less domestic responsibility and try to figure out how to cook for only four, I’m renovating our guest room. Actually, I’m converting the guest room to a creative studio aka craft room aka woman-cave. I’ve been ripping up carpet and painting subflooring all week. The east wall of the studio has just received two fresh coats of chalkboard paint. The whole wall! The question is this. Can I show enough restraint to follow instructions and allow the paint to set three days before I write on the wall and move stuff back onto the floor?! I highly doubt it.
The other side of the room presently looks like this…..a complete mess. And yes, I painted that armoire and Elea and I painted the above yellow desk. Everything gets painted in this makeover. And so far, I’ve spent only $60 (for the porch paint which was on sale at Sherwin Williams). Otherwise, I’ve been mixing leftover paint and using what I have. I can’t wait to show you this room next week. The reason I’m so confident that it’ll be presentable by then is I fully plan to finish before my sister and nieces visit. They’re coming for Emme and Caiti’s Birthday Tea Party so we decided to make the visit a sleepover and see the play “Steel Magnolias” together. I can hardly wait. Times like these are bearable when you surround yourself with people who know your story and love you anyway! (Thank you, BTW, from the bottom of my heart for all your kind thoughts and gracious words).
Here’s how you can help. I have an annoying habit of naming all things inanimate, like Retro Cottage Kitchen and Dutchess of Windsor Dining Room. So, the studio/craft room/woman cave needs a name. I kinda like Studio 8, since Steve and I have eight children all together. But I’d love to hear your suggestions. If it helps you to know a little more about what this room will be used for, we plan to knit, sew, do needlepoint, paint, listen to good music, read, write, watch Little Women, practice Irish dancing, and do a healthy amount of doodling on the chalk wall. We shall not violate this space by folding laundry or mating socks or watching football. Unless of course it’s the Volunteers or the Vikings. But otherwise, this will be our modern red tent. Where we gather together as women and girls and create beautiful things, supporting each other and hot gluing everything in sight. Our own sacred little space. If you can’t think of a name for us, how about leaving a link to your favorite studio/craft room/woman cave.
This room was inspired by a photo from Cottage Living which you can see here, and by my love for all things vintage. And the more I live with it, the more I love it. My favorite seat in the room is this comfy chair that I bought at a thrift store for $2 and then had recovered with this wonderful vintage-y blue fabric. Grandmotherly meets hip in this chair. Julia meets Julie.
And today Elea and I meet for a little game of ‘Miss Merry Mac’. I show you this to demonstrate the very flesh-y color of this paint. In this post, I go into pathetic detail about the colors and forbid you to say mauve or peach, so go there for my highly dramatized story of how The Duchess (wall paint) meets the Cowboy (trim paint).