As the summer comes to a close I begin to enjoy my nest. I plan to paint, to add some bookshelves, to reinvent my inner sanctum. I will paint warm colors, create a place to read and think and write and maybe even do some water colors. I think I will move my desk into this room also. Presently it sits in my bedroom and it is not being used as a writing desk, but as a storage place for bills. I am not happy about that. I don't like to see the bills in a pile, and it is not its intended purpose. So there you have it. A plan is born.
My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Friday, September 07, 2007
My nest
As the summer comes to a close I begin to enjoy my nest. I plan to paint, to add some bookshelves, to reinvent my inner sanctum. I will paint warm colors, create a place to read and think and write and maybe even do some water colors. I think I will move my desk into this room also. Presently it sits in my bedroom and it is not being used as a writing desk, but as a storage place for bills. I am not happy about that. I don't like to see the bills in a pile, and it is not its intended purpose. So there you have it. A plan is born.
I have a place like this, and I love it! And, that white quilt on the side bar is lovely. Your blog is an inspiring place to visit.
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