WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
“What images inspire you immediately? Open a magazine and create a piece of writing (poem, story, essay) about the first image that captures your imagination.”
I'm bass ackwards. Where most people would find it necessary to clean, organize and somewhat perfect a space before diving into a craft and or decorating project, doing something jazzy to a room is the very thing that gets me in the cleaning, organizing and somewhat perfecting mood. I create and then I clean. Bass ackwards.
The bigger and bolder the project, the more warm and fuzzy about life (the cleaning, organizing, and somewhat perfecting included) I feel. The room pictured above was quite disheveled while I worked on this brick wall for Waylon's Huck Finn themed bedroom. DISHEVELED. But I couldn't be bothered with that because I was busy creating. FABULOUS (the room ended up being Jamie and Easton's but the brick wall blends in great with their shabby chic decor so it's all good).
Because I'm bass ackwards I start out many of my days by flipping through decorating magazines or by skimming the pictures at my favorite site, countryliving.com, to get a fire burning under my...um... bass. I love it. Especially when I come across delicious pictures like this one...
Ahh, the textures, the colors, the simple lines and the old suitcase (I have an old suitcase/trunk fetish). Talk about warm and fuzzy! This room feels me with giddy, gooey, goodness! And if Waylon's new room is ever done (seriously when is it going to be done? I'm so happy that our formerly unemployed friend got his job back. Very happy. But now he doesn't have time to work on the room that he started for us. Frustrating.) this is the look I want for it. L-O-V-E!
I know, I know... I cheated on this assignment. I was supposed to write a poem, story or essay about this image that inspires me so, but I didn't. I feel bad about this so I'll write a quick one now...
Once upon a time a young boy's new room got finished really, really quickly--like within this week, quickly-- and his mom decorated it in delicious vintage fabrics, luggage and toys because the boy was too young to stop her (actually, Waylon is the most opinionated of all of my children so this might not pan out, but since it's my story...). The boy loved his new vintage, scrumptiously shabby, themed room so much that, even though he was only five, he neatly made his perfectly vintage fabric clad bed every morning and kept his new space spiffy clean at all times. Spiffy, spiffy, clean.
How's that for a fairy tale?