Tuesday, January 24, 2017

no. 117

I don't often work in purple.  It isn't a color that I tend to gravitate towards often.  There are strands of purple thread, sheets of felt and even a few scraps of fabric in my creative space waiting for the day I go purple.  One thing I know for sure, it hasn't happened yet.  For now I only use touches of purple, subtle in quantity and tone. 

Maybe one day I will be adventurous in my color choices and use a variety...
Just maybe.

As I work away today I vow to add a little of this to my day...
Why not, right?

Monday, January 23, 2017

no. 116

Think most mornings we wake up saying to ourselves to "be" more of something.  Be patient. Be organized. Be good and don't raid the refrigerator.  It is always changing with the day, mood, environment, and goals. 

Today I think mine would be as follows:

How would you complete this?  

However you choose to "fill in the blank", wishing you a happy Monday!

Sunday, January 22, 2017

no. 115

There are moments when the creative factory shuts down in my brain.  Days when I wake up with the intention of sitting at the craft table and working away....then, nothing.  Today I place the blame on the incoming clouds and stormy weather that we are about to have along with the fact that my work space is a MESS!  It is amazing how things just snowball and suddenly I am shuffling through piles of tiny scraps to find hidden scissors, strands of thread or whatever else is hiding under them.

So in a moment of creativity I went the paper route today.  A little polka dot will make anyone happy, right?  It did, and it seemed to clear the way for a productive rest of the afternoon.  One room, one project, one more idea down. 
As my husband watches the football games, the kids are in their rooms getting in some video game time before the school week begins, and I get to sit here listening to my favorite Pandora channel.  Think I require a good dose of music everyday to keep me going, and making sure I fit it in on this rainy day.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

no. 114

♥  Wishing you a weekend filled with many lovely moments. 

Friday, January 20, 2017

no. 113

I was reminded yesterday, by my sweet mother, that all artists find their niche.  After years of gluing, cutting, stitching, layering, I hope I am close to finding mine.
Over the years I have tried it all...I think.  Clay, paper, fabric, felt, embroidery, jewelry, painting...sure there are more I could list, but you get the point.  Ten years later, kids becoming teenagers (needing me a little less), having the time and the desire to be artistic has led me to the elements and tools I love the most. 

When my kids were in elementary school they had an art teacher who constantly put them down.  When they would come home saying that their teacher criticized them for not copying her work perfectly it broke my heart.  I still wonder if she understood the concept of art and how her behavior would impact young children.  Completely took the joy out of expressing themselves artistically.  So, with all my might, I have tried hard to erase the damage she had done and show them how art is personal, can bring so much joy, and not everyone will have the same taste or vision.  This is where I tie in the fact that they enjoy certain video games that I don't (only Mario for me), and that is ok.  Always a go to example.

As I get closer to finding my artistic niche, I find more peace and joy in diving into the creative process.  This time around...it's full steam ahead and there is no looking back.

Note: I am now on Instagram.  You can find me @andreascreativepapertrail .  Also, next week I will be sharing some exciting news with you, yeah!

Thursday, January 19, 2017

no. 112

Tiny.

Tiny living, tiny crafting, tiny everything.

Something that is appealing to me is the tiny house movement.  Not sure if it is the small organized space, the freedom of not being attached to one place, or the lack of a mortgage.  Maybe a mix of all three.  Whatever it is, the thought of living tiny peaks my curiosity.

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In Florida standards, we seem to already be living tiny.  We each have a place to sleep, a place to sit and if we all stand in the kitchen we can't open a thing.   There is no need for more space, as that may just require more cleaning and I am not a fan of that.  I would even be happy with getting rid of our master closet and bath, and maybe even the kids closets.  Find that they are just a place where things, like dirty clothes, hide.

This year, while back in Oregon, I truly thought I would see a tiny house rolling down the highway.  Unfortunately, I did not see one.  Still keeping an eye out at all times.

I love the idea of tiny.  Tiny spaces which are filled with things you truly love, need and even want without feeling overwhelmed with having to fill walls and rooms with things that are unnecessary.    It has taken me almost 40 years to realize that the basics are satisfying, enough, simple and make my life just as full.

Although I desire to live in a tiny house one day, I have been told by my hubby that he will require two just for himself.  One filled with his music studio equipment and not quite sure why he would need a second, but maybe that is his way of saying it's not going to happen.  Oh well, just keep dreaming away.

Even though that may not become my reality, I will still watch, plan, and dream about our future tiny home when the boys are off to college.  As long as I could still create and my husband can play music we will be happy anywhere. 

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 See you tomorrow to share more from my tiny little creative space.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

no. 111

It is that time of our morning when the kids shuffle down the stairs with their blankets and pillows in tow and our day begins.  It seems like just a couple of hours ago I was begging for them to get in bed and fall asleep.  Not sure what it is, but as they get older the normal nine o'clock, be in bed asleep is long gone.  I am pretty sure we fall asleep first most nights.  This explains why I use an alarm to get up most mornings....to catch a couple of hours in a quiet house while they are snug, asleep in their beds.

Last night, as I made a complete mess of my work space...again, spent time planning out my fourth piece of embroidered wood.  It was the first time I drew out a pattern, drilled a couple of holes and realized that my plan wouldn't work.  So that piece was put aside and will be used another day.  Grabbed the next piece, a ruler, and started drawing. 
There it is.  The fourth piece to complete the collection.  There are so many more ideas lingering and several pieces of wood waiting to be embroidered.  As I think about my next pattern and color combination I should have plenty of time to untangle the massive ball of embroidery thread that sits upon my desk.  Not sure how that happens, but it is what it is.

Preparing for our first day of archery lessons, moving on after the boys growing disinterest in fencing.  Need to think of a backup if archery doesn't workout.  Not sure I am thrilled about tromping around Florida fields (I have a complete fear of snakes).   Hoping I see nothing slithery today...please, oh please.

See you tomorrow with a brand new project I started on yesterday, if I survive an hour in the countryside.