It seems as though some part of the house or my LIFE is always UNDER CONSTRUCTION. Right now it is my art room.I have been in the process of trying to get things more organized. My Art room is very small so everything has to have its place or everything wont fit. I am usually the type to have everything spread out where I can see it. Learning to work out of boxes and bins is going to be a new concept for me. It feels as though everything is Hiding. I am searching for tags that I like , so that I can label everything.
I am also in the process of creating an Etsy shop ( Curiosities for hire) . I will be offering up a variety of vintage pieces along with pieces that I create.There will be anything from old and new watch pieces (for the steam punk inspired) to Victorian frilly pieces and shabby chic thrown in for good measure. While living in Texas I had a shop called (At Home Again) so,right now I still have a lot of items that I brought with me from Texas. There are quite a few pieces that were found in an old dilapidated abandoned Barn. Some really cool stuff. Some of it I had no clue what it's purpose was. So being the curious person that I am I rescued it and proceeded to get online and look it up.
I am hoping that me and my adhd self can learn to stay on task when looking through all of my (not yet labeled) boxes with out getting distracted. I love organization every where in my life except my art room.
Is there any one else out there like me, I ponder. It seems that on a bunch of the blogs ladies are posting beautiful pictures of they're beautifully organized Creative Spaces. I have started feeling horribly ashamed of my messy motley little nest.
I would like to say to every one that there are so many beautiful blogs out there and how so many of you have inspired me with beautiful pictures and words to be creative again. One of my very favorites though is the GRAPHICS FAIRY . Her willingness to share her talent and pictures moves me. She is beloved by her fellow bloggers and artist.
So its time for me to get back to moving things around.
Farewell for today.
Kandi
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Getting Prepaired
Good morning ,
Today I must ready myself for the move. I need to concentrate on what needs to be left out and what to be boxed .The house is a disaster . As Amanda is moving in and unpacking I am trying to pack the remaining things that I have here at the house. My baby, Melissa has decided to stay . I pray she has the courage and fourtitude
to stand on her own 2 feet . Hopefully , being sisters living together wont be so difficult . They can depend on each other for support . I have assigned them each a mentor ,each woman is suited to the needs of that child.
Velma for Melissa and Charlotte for Mandi . I trust both of these women inexplicably with them to guide them.
Debbie is doing better , I feel confident enough that I am planning to go ahead and go to Philadelphia with Angel . There are still bad days and gosh, there will be for a long time . I still cry and desperately miss my father.As a matter of fact , Saturday was one of those days and it hit me so hard I was useless sat, sun, and mon, I had to physically recoupe
Today I must ready myself for the move. I need to concentrate on what needs to be left out and what to be boxed .The house is a disaster . As Amanda is moving in and unpacking I am trying to pack the remaining things that I have here at the house. My baby, Melissa has decided to stay . I pray she has the courage and fourtitude
to stand on her own 2 feet . Hopefully , being sisters living together wont be so difficult . They can depend on each other for support . I have assigned them each a mentor ,each woman is suited to the needs of that child.
Velma for Melissa and Charlotte for Mandi . I trust both of these women inexplicably with them to guide them.
Debbie is doing better , I feel confident enough that I am planning to go ahead and go to Philadelphia with Angel . There are still bad days and gosh, there will be for a long time . I still cry and desperately miss my father.As a matter of fact , Saturday was one of those days and it hit me so hard I was useless sat, sun, and mon, I had to physically recoupe
Saturday, January 8, 2011
(death) A new Beginning?
Well my BF 's husband passed on New years eve at around 8:00pm after a couple of hard days . I had read the Hospice book that they give you to help you see the different signs. It gave both the physical and spiritual signs it was a gift to see that . I could see Bear litterally preparing himself for his new Journey , My blessed Deb , it was so difficult for her to watch this transition , she was already mourning and her heart was shattering like shards of glass . She was so afraid to go to sleep for fear she would miss every precious last moment with him this is what love is . . So, we were both shaking from exhaustion . I could not leave her in her grief alone. .
Deb is a very spiritual person she was talking with the Hospice nurse ( who was a true God send ) about life Journeys and how much we change to suit our partner . Whether good or bad , but her point was that this is a new journey for her and how she will morph again as a different person . We all blend our energy to those around us we can't help it, it just happens and sometimes we like who we become and sometimes not . Just like in divorce we still go through a grieving process , similar to a death . I know I did for 3 years . It took me that long to be able to function. I was so used to Phil's energy our co-mingling, that with out his energy I did not know who I was, I litterally felt as if half of me was missing , and it was . So I had to find energy, a different energy to fill that space, sometimes, I chose wisely and sometimes not so.....
It will be interesting to see who she becomes after the cacooning stage is over. Right now it is difficult for her to even talk and the outpouring of love from friends and family,all though appreciated, is very overwhelming . She has been a recluse , an artsy recluse , for so long. It will be a beautiful thing to watch as she takes each new (sometimes painful) step . I imagine it like being birthed out of fire . You have no choice it is what it is .I am not sure that I have aptly described the feelings of this transition on either of their parts but even though as painful to watch as it was , it was beauty and love in motion , the kind God intended it to be .
The aftermath , well.... it remains to be seen . I pray Deb will prevail . I can not even begin to imagine the depth of her pain as this is something I have not yet had to thankfully experience .
My love and devotion as her friend will not falter I will be with her every step of the way as she choses .
With God as her torch to light her path , I am sure she will continue to be.. beautiful and loving, but also something new , like a butterfly emerging from her cocoon after a transformation and resting period .
I love you is all I know to say.
Deb is a very spiritual person she was talking with the Hospice nurse ( who was a true God send ) about life Journeys and how much we change to suit our partner . Whether good or bad , but her point was that this is a new journey for her and how she will morph again as a different person . We all blend our energy to those around us we can't help it, it just happens and sometimes we like who we become and sometimes not . Just like in divorce we still go through a grieving process , similar to a death . I know I did for 3 years . It took me that long to be able to function. I was so used to Phil's energy our co-mingling, that with out his energy I did not know who I was, I litterally felt as if half of me was missing , and it was . So I had to find energy, a different energy to fill that space, sometimes, I chose wisely and sometimes not so.....
It will be interesting to see who she becomes after the cacooning stage is over. Right now it is difficult for her to even talk and the outpouring of love from friends and family,all though appreciated, is very overwhelming . She has been a recluse , an artsy recluse , for so long. It will be a beautiful thing to watch as she takes each new (sometimes painful) step . I imagine it like being birthed out of fire . You have no choice it is what it is .I am not sure that I have aptly described the feelings of this transition on either of their parts but even though as painful to watch as it was , it was beauty and love in motion , the kind God intended it to be .
The aftermath , well.... it remains to be seen . I pray Deb will prevail . I can not even begin to imagine the depth of her pain as this is something I have not yet had to thankfully experience .
My love and devotion as her friend will not falter I will be with her every step of the way as she choses .
With God as her torch to light her path , I am sure she will continue to be.. beautiful and loving, but also something new , like a butterfly emerging from her cocoon after a transformation and resting period .
I love you is all I know to say.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Blank Board
I am absolutely beside myself when asked to create something . I Love Love Love challenges , but when I have "writers block " or in this case a paper block I go crazy . Especially when something is as important as this one.
My dearest friend has asked me to create a book for her to put stuff in . This is a very delicate situation , since her husband was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago and with all of his other health problems they were told the other day that there is nothing else they can do to help him. So , after only a short time, Hospice has already been called in .
I am at a loss! The obstacles that are presenting themselves keep stacking against me. I can not be physically there to help her right now because I am sick and we cant jeapordise either ones health .
We are moving so my entire shop and all of my supplies are packed, no problem except they are in one of three 10x 20 units and I also have the flu and it is so cold here right now.
Now to the hardest creative part , I want this to be something that she is not going to hate to look at , but something that will help her through her grief. I have asked a few questions like favourite color , bible verse ,
his nickname helps a lot as there is a lot of clip art that will help support a "theme" if you will. I know a lot about their lives together as a couple . I have poured over the net looking for inspiration but BLANK .I love my friend so much . I don't want this to be a disaster or to late .
I have never created a book before . I know the basic principles and hundreds of interpretations of ideas that I could apply , but putting ink, scissors , glue or anything else to paper right now frightens the wits right out of me. In the mean time I am sure to be driving my poor husband past his sensibilities , every craving I have like a pregnant woman he runs out and gets. Do you have glue "honey" as he walks out the door . Or, I live in the middle of nowhere and to go Buy CHIP BOARD for the cover is out of the question . So off to the local DG
he goes and to the children's section to look for something I can RIP apart and rework .Or anything else I need , And yet still nothing. Around 2 am this morning I start scrounging for supplies I have here at the house. My husband ( Angel) looks at me and with droopy eyes and a perplexed look ask " are you going to work honey" I sit on the sofa exhausted from my frenzy. (Head in hands) and a "no" comes out. So, week 2 and not a damn thing yet. Not even a good stack of formulated ideas , paper or tools.
So I think I shall go burn some sage , say a hundred prayers to the creative muses , stand on my head while chanting OM , drink 10 cups of coffee , call and check on there status , and have a good cry before my husband gets up.
I shall perk up and champion on , the coughing and in general feelings of hallucinations are dissipating ,so I shall prevail . My dearest darling debbie I Love You .
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