There is a sweet sliver of a room added on to the back of this little home, reminding me of a train's caboose. It houses a daybed, a nightstand, and a comfy wingback chair found on the side of the road and recently reupholstered in Anna Maria Horner fabric. There's an awkward but sturdy built in bookcase, a desk, the felted rug in the picture, and a red typewriter I adore. There's a turquoise record player; not unlike the one I had as a child to listen to stories like Peter and the Wolf on while learning to read, and a wicker basket of albums nearby. The floors in this space are noticeably slanted and one wall is mostly windows, flung open to welcome the ocean breeze and the scent of jasmine that tags along with it in May. Sometimes Rave's bed is perched in front of the open door here in an orb of sun. It's a prime vantage point where he can quickly scan the backyard and determine if there's a cat nearby.
This room is where I've spent a good part of the day. I often knit or read in here, but today I got the sewing machine set up and the fabric stash displayed for a patchwork quilt I plan to start this summer. New to quilting, the outcome will likely be a little ramshackle but I am charmed by the thought of it.
I've also been wanting to play with gouache and see summer registration has opened for Get Your Paint On. I'm thinking it might be just the right place to start.
I'd love to hear about any creative projects on your mind.
In art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.
- Patti Smith