Inspiration is a welcomed visitor who sometimes doesn't come around as much as I'd like but, when she does, I drop whatever I'm doing to entertain her, make her welcome, feed her, and then squeeze out every little bit of her satisfying charm that I possibly can.
I come from a family of creatives. My family includes the following: A bonafide ceramic artist; house renovators (moi & hubby and my sister & her hubby and others); folks trained (and very good at it I might add) in wood-working and building stuff; floral designers; wedding planners and directors; home decorators and green-thumb gardeners; photographers; and last, but certainly not least, a chef. And these are just the talents I can recall at the moment. We encompass a whole host of do-it-yourself-ers who in most any given case would rather just -- well, do it themselves.
Now, whether these fine creatives have been born out of pure talent, utter necessity, or a combination of both, is still not completely clear, but I do know this: We love to do things on our own and feel the satisfaction of a creative endeavor accomplished. So when we go through periods where we feel uninspired, it can be a Debbie Downer (I speak of myself). Creative juice is truly one of the things that keeps me going, gives me energy, and boosts my booty off the sofa to see where I can go and what I can achieve in any given day.
Many things spark my creative flow. Nature ranks right up there at the top of the list. Just give me a beautiful flower or a tree bursting forth in the spring or a scenic fall landscape and I feel I could fly. Travel is a big one. There's something about seeing new places and cultures (even if it's just the midwesterners or new England yankees or Florida sun-seekers) that sparks my perspective and feeds me. Even better if it's on foreign soil with people speaking a different language all around me, dressed in strange attire, eating exotic new foods, and enjoying a life that is completely the opposite of mine. It helps me to remember that my little corner of the world is not all there is. My children and grandchildren fuel it. When you have children who they themselves inspire you to be a better person, you pretty much have it all. And those grandchildren; do I really need to explain how they inspire me? I don't think so. They're as pure as the new fallen snow; they're funny; they're honest (sometimes painfully) and as true and real as anything you can find on earth. Family inspiration has permanent residence in my heart and my family never ceases to energize me. Great design is a big motivator for me. Having a room or a house to decorate or something beautiful to photograph is like lighting a big ol' firecracker underneath me, sending me soaring into the heavens, not knowing exactly where I'll come back to earth but most definitely it'll be a beautiful spot...one where I want to linger and rest awhile, admiring the thing I have created or developed or improved and truly questioning how I, this "lowly grandma from Georgia," could've done such a fine thing.
So, if you are a faithful reader of this blog, you know that 2018 has been a struggle for me at times in the inspiration department. I am what I call a "quicky creative." Now, in case you're scratching your head, a quicky creative is just this: I like projects that pretty much have instant results. Give me some flowers I can arrange in 30 minutes or less or a piece of furniture I can paint and transform in an hour, and I'm in hog heaven. I love recipes that are simple and easy and quick, and yield amazingly delicious results. I once took up a bit of cross-stitching in the nineties, but never did do a substantial sampler because it took too long. I stuck to those tiny little pieces and finally gave it up because cross-stitch was just not my thing. So sticking with a project that is eventually gonna take up the better part of a year has been really hard for me. I've had moments of intense satisfaction, like laying down tongue and groove wood that came off walls and found a new home on the master bathroom floor...that was about a day project, so short enough that I felt accomplished at the end of the day. I can go a day or a week or several months even, but a year? Oooo, kinda hard for this girl.
But there is no turning back now. We have way too much invested in our 1892 renovation project, things are plugging along, and I feel my inspiration once again beginning to gain momentum. Could it be that in a few short weeks I will FINALLY see some of the vision I've had for this old beauty coming into focus? In my mind's eye, I've been seeing it for months and months now, but waiting to physically see it has been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Doing a good job and taking the time needed to accomplish that good job takes a whole lotta time on a project like this, and I've had to learn that the hard way, through patience and perseverance.
So...inspiration? Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Stay awhile; let me feel you; let me pick your brain and bathe in your warm bubbles; let me take you on a long, relaxing walk because you are truly one of my best friends and I'd like to have you around more often.
A glimpse of the master bath vanities in their final resting place, with mirrors resting on them (NOT in their final resting place; they will be hung!), and sans the gorgeous sconces. I love how the painted tongue and groove came out in all its glory, with all the cracks, nail holes, and imperfections. Farmhouse style at its best!
"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it."
- Steve Jobs
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