Today I went to the mall, which I haven't done in a very long time. Probably the last time was a year and a half ago. But since I am looking to buy a new iMac for my new blondie blu office, I thought I would go browsing at the Apple Store.
Hence, the mall.
But lo and behold, I discovered the mall has changed quite a bit since the last time I was there. There are several new shops that made me squeal with delight.
Wings are growing here. Spring is in the air, and although we have a forecast for snow tomorrow night, we are feeling optimistic.
I am working on my Etsy listings while listening to Motown on Pandora. The back door is propped open. The sun is shining in and a warmish breeze is blowing. Gretel is ecstatic with the open door and has gone in and out into the backyard too many times to count, poking her head inside now and then to make sure I am still here and that there aren't any tasty tidbits floating around that she should know about.
As excited as I am about the arrival of spring, I am also quite OK with a little more snow one more time. I don't mind being warm and cozy inside while the cold wind and white stuff whips through the air outside, making me feel extra grateful to be warm, secure and loved.
I also wouldn't mind another day of school being closed. Another bonus day of having My Girl home with me so we can make macaroni art and snuggle and watch The Smurf Movie for the 128th time.
But at the same time, I am excited about spring. Excited about new beginnings and new possibilities.
My little Blondie Blu office will be up and running in April, and this is the lovely place in which it will be.
I am over the moon happy about The Little Spot That Will Be All Mine. There is something to be said for working at home, and I will still have my sewing studio there. But it is also nice to have a place away from home, out and about, that will give me a fresh perspective and a clean slate to start from. I will be working on a different Blondie Blu project there, and I think it will be the perfect spot to do so.
At home, I have begun spring cleaning and spring brightening...
...while still making sure my snow shovel is near.
I've gone on many times before about my love for black speckled Composition Books. There has been one by my side since I was 11 years old, and I can't live without them.
Every so often I like to pull a page out and dress it up a little, and then I keep all the pulled pages in a folder to look at from time to time. The goal is to put them all together, create a fetching cover and make a nice little creative book out of them for myself. But for now, they rest in a folder waiting patiently in a line with other forlorn projects.
I thought it would be fun to share from time to time my Notebook Scribbles in the hopes that it will give some encouragement- or, if I'm very, very lucky, some inspiration.
They are nothing fancy - just some scrawls and bits of this and that, with words that to me are lovely.
Notebook Scribble for Today:
I do have some exciting news to share.
I am getting my very own out-of-the-house studio/office!
Well, perhaps studio or office is too big a word. It's more like the corner of an office with a desk and a table. But it's all mine. It is in an office building that was previously a beautiful center hall colonial home. It's just lovely, and I am over the moon excited to set up a place to work outside of my home.
I will still have my at-home studio, but this will be a place to work out in the world where there is inspiration and where I will feel a little bit more "me" - away from the laundry and dishwasher and dust.
A little daily encouragement never hurt anyone.
I think this will be good for me, and it will also give me a place to work undisturbed on a project that I have been tossing about in my heart. One that I hope I can share soon.
We all need to believe that there is a little something special inside of us.
I think nature plans it that way, don't you think?
Winter, for me, is a time to rest, rejunenate and re-dream those dreams, maybe even tweak them a little or dream brand new ones. And then when spring comes, we are fresh and rested and ready to go into action.
Every year after the holidays, I go into hermit mode. During the day, while the sun is up, I am out and about running my errands, popping into thrift shops and doing whatever else needs to be done. But by the time the sun goes down, wild horses couldn't drag me out. There is no place I would rather be then wrapped in my old shawl, cup of tea in one hand, pen in the other while I scribble in my black and white speckled composition book. There is never one of those far from me. I've had a composition notebook in my life since I was 11 years old, and it's where I keep thoughts, plans, lists and dreams. Right now it is full of ideas. Ideas for the shop, for craft shows in the spring and summer, for the garden and for writing a book.
I love losing myself in all my hermit-y glory.
But usually by the end of February something happens. It's subtle at first, but by early March there is no denying it.
My Spring Wings start to flutter.
It starts with a feather or two, quietly growing so I hardly notice. But before long, my wings are full and ready to fly and my hermit self goes to sleep and waits until next winter to raise its sleepy, cozy, comfy head.
Miss Gretel also believes she has wings of a kind. She is convinced that if she practices hard enough, she can fly with her ears.
Far be it from me to not be supportive of someone else's dreams.