CREAMY DREAMY STUDIO...

" To think creatively, we must be able to look afresh at what we normally take for granted."

-George Kneller-Things are beginning to happen in the studio. Creamy dreamy things are taking shape and filling up the space. Chippy old wood, wavy old windows, stair spindles, wrought iron, cotton, linen, and lace - this will be my creamy dreamy new studio space!I hit a creative block in the design process of this space so I took a couple of days off after getting everything put away its new home. My daughter and I went flea marketing to see if we could find some inspiration. I came home with a divided organizer, three birds, two bumble bees, and a book but not much room inspiration.Frustrated, I decided to take a new approach and shop my own home and storage building using what I have on hand, knowing that if and when I find the perfect furnishings I can change it. This was the best decision. It forced me to look at what I have with new eyes and to see new possibilities.

I raided my meager almost dwindling to nothing architectural salvage stash that was left over from my antique booth days. I made so many trips in and out the building dragging things out for handy hubby to work his handy magic on that he said we should just move me to the old horse shed instead of dragging all that stuff out. No doing! Spiders live in there and the door has a habit of shutting itself then sticks and locks you into total darkness with the aforementioned spiders. Been there, done that, and no thank you!

The cutest thing was when my little grandson saw the new studio and his grandpa's new office. He went down the hall to turn on "Hannah's music" as he likes to call his favorite classical CD. He stopped in the hall and said, "What is this?" His little head bobbed left and right looking into each room but it was the studio he entered.He turned around in a circle taking it all in and immediately laid claim to one particular piece in the room declaring it was his. His eyes got as round as saucers when he spied the child size humpback trunk. He said, "Hannah, your room has a treasure chest and music notes!" In his little world there is nothing more exciting than surprises in treasure chests and music notes.While he ate supper I went out into the storage building and found a pirate costume that had been his dads when he was about that age and gave it quick hand washing and dried it. I sneaked into the studio and put some treats in the trunk. After supper he was so excited to get to put on the costume and open the trunk to find treasure. His favorite candy bar was among the treats, a " kitty cat" bar, (KIT KAT), as he calls it.His stamp of approval was all I needed to be motivated to move forward in the direction upon which I had set sail with every creamy dreamy detail. For the first act of magical creativity has already taken place in the new space. It was christened by a sweet boy of three dressed in a pirate costume who set a flight of fancy in motion with his maiden voyage of sailing across the ocean in his old iron bed bench pirate ship. The scene was played out with the soft strains of Pachelbel rising and falling like ocean waves accompanying his creative play. The art of discovery and imagination were the true treasures that revealed themselves as the old chest lid was lifted along with a "kitty cat" bar and other boyhood delights.

The first piece of art has yet to be created in this new room that I now occupy but if its maiden voyage into the creative realm is any indication, it promises to be a journey worth taking.

I woke up this morning with an inspired idea for window treatments, so I think I will begin to work on those today after another quick shop of the storage shed. I hope to get back to some more artistic things soon. I had started a new free tutorial before the move and I am going to try and get that done to share with you by the end of the week. ( fingers crossed) Thanks for hanging in there with me until I get things sorted out and back to normal.

I hope each of you are enjoying a dreamy day of your own!

Blessings,
Miss Sandy