Wherever you go, there you are. Always true - but surprisingly surprising nonetheless.
This past month I was accepted into two big shows - Craft Menagerie and Craftin Outlaws.
While this made me do a happy dance, I know the chaos that the whirlwind of creation necessary would be an issue in my little house. So, I brainstormed.......and came up with a few potential studio spaces. Number one on my list was free and had the added bonus of occasional cookies, coffee and people who love me on site. I reached out and was warmly invited to move on in.
My studio is now located on my parents property, it is a part of my mom's sewing studio - above my dad's workshop ....big windows, warm in the winter, cool in the summer, stereo system, tv and counter space, drafting table, floor space and STORAGE. I am absolutely giddy over the whole thing.
Then there is this.
........an unexpected bonus is the nostalgia factor.
Looking out the front window, I see the spot where I waited for the school bus.
The rock garden where I danced and told crazy stories to my mom while she weeded.
My bedroom window where I dreamed and cried and read books.
I drive past old friends houses, my old junior high and high school and all the farms every time I go to the studio. - Not that I didn't drive this way when I was visiting my parents, it is the dailyness that brings up all the memories. Silence working on art stirs the pot.
Scroll through to see the new space. This is not my parents house, this is their "extra garage/studio space" love it.