This was a working weekend, of sorts. While my husband and nephew moved all of our family room furniture out to the garage so we could prepare for some much needed new carpet, I made a point of moving all of my art supplies back down to my studio in the basement.
FACT: If you asked me to come to your house right now, I could organize any room, closet or drawer with ease. I excel at doing things like this. But, in my own home? I wander aimlessly back and forth with an armful of things wishing I had a black plastic bag that I could stuff everything into and then shove into a cabinet.
When I came home from the hospital, my husband brought my easel, canvases and a box of paints up to the first floor where I would be recuperating for the next 10 days. I painted mostly at the dining room table because it had the most light and I could go out onto the deck when I needed a break. Since that time I’ve watched the seasons change from late Spring to Summer, and now Fall. I needed to move back to my proper studio, and not just because it was where the majority of my supplies were. Other than the fact that we seriously needed our dining room table back as a place to eat and not a work station, I needed to be on a floor where the kitchen was not.
Working from home has been challenging. Convenient – but challenging. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a great employee. I work with diligence and I rarely take breaks. However, my kitchen had become the equivalent to that of a typical office break room: microwave, refrigerator, water on demand, and plenty of snacks. All it was missing was the office gossip, ‘Mr. Blabbermouth’ (yes, my imaginary catty troublemaker is a man. Gotta break those stereotypes!) And I know exactly what he’d be whispering: ‘Psst. Did you hear that Ellen left her easel 4 times this morning and went straight to the cupboard? Uh-huh. I know! Can you believe it? I overheard someone say that she stood there for 5 minutes as if she were expecting a candy bar to appear! But you didn’t hear it from me – I mean, it’s none of my business.’
I am not self-sabotaging, but I see this becoming a potential problem if I am not proactive about it; so, downstairs I go. Sometimes its just easier to make minor adjustments now in order to avoid major upset later on.
Yesterday was my first day painting downstairs and I’d actually forgotten the convenience of having all of my supplies within arms reach. I don’t know why I waited so long.
I am continuing to paint inspirational quotes onto my tree paintings. I am drawn to these and plan on doing a few for each changing season. Here is the latest, available on Etsy:
In other news, I got a JOB! Well, it’s temporary, but at least I’m back in the workforce for a few weeks. I’m working as a freelance writer for a local company who’s hired me to write a few articles for them. And I have a deadline which I’m not used to but I’ll make it happen. I’ve got a week to make this the best article EVER!! Or, at least legible. lol
Not much else to report for today, except: I learned over the weekend that there is a Dunkin Donuts going up literally 60 seconds from my home. Seriously. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know that DD have a history together – we actually used to date for a while. I’m trying keep in mind that they will do my body NO good whatsoever, but my mouth is thinking of all kinds of dirty thoughts. Someone please tell me that they don’t taste as well as I remember when I was a kid. Otherwise, part of me feels DOOMED, I tell you! lol
I hope you all had a great weekend and as always, thanks for reading today. xo