My project ideas begin innocently enough. Usually, I’m enjoying a big cup of coffee at the break of dawn, nestled in my office chair, enjoying the luxuriously calm hour before my bosses arrive. It’s magic time for me, and one of the perks of the job. All my work is done from the day before (if I’m lucky); my desk is nice and organized. Now, after this hour, all bets are off. The phone calls come in, meetings have to be set, travel arrangements made, haggling with airlines and people in D.C. But before all that begins, my brain is fresh and ready for inspiration.
That inspiration usually comes from you people. It’s all your fault. You post pictures of your latest projects, or magazine spreads that inspire you and BAM, my brain is off and running. This past month it seemed that everywhere I turned, I ran into white/beachy/cottage pictures. Sigh. My dream life entails a little cottage near the ocean, with open windows and sheer curtains. Rose bushes blooming just outside the screen door, fresh cut peonies on the table in a tiny dining room with a built-in china cabinet. There would be no TV in that little house, just a laptop as link to the outside world. The shelves would be overflowing with books and shells and river rocks. Ok, I’ll stop there before we all go crazy.
Anyhoo, I’ve had a bee in my bonnet about the office (although I think that Mrs. Fox’s term of ‘library’ is much more conducive to writing a great novel). As you know, I’ve been making a concerted effort to write more, which equals sitting in there a lot. And when spending large amounts of time in a space, I get ideas.
My sainted mother kindly gave me cash for my birthday. What did I do? Get my hair done? Buy clothes? A new coat? No, that would be practical. Instead, the office got new shelves. As you can see, books have taken over the house. Everywhere I turn; I’m kicking and shoving them out of the way.
So I bought these babies. Not exactly ‘libraryesque,’ but I’m really excited about them. The closet is practically empty now, which is a good thing b/c before I could never find anything. I was always lugging plastic containers out of a dark closet, silently swearing while searching for an envelope or a stapler.
I also added a skirt around the two bottom shelves. I like it, but it needs, something. I considered several things, but in the end decided not to ‘muck it up.’ It’s fairly utilitarian how it is, and I didn’t want to add any more fabric. Perhaps a big pink ribbon to trim it out? I don’t know. It will probably dawn on me in the middle of some important project. That’s how it always happens.
The thinking couch needed to lighten up as well. It was such a relief to finally find a use for this great bed coverlet (my mother in law sent it to me a year ago). I also changed all the curtains out for sheers, at least for the summertime.
The little bird deserved a place to perch. Last night she was dubbed Sprinkles.
Thanks to these shelves, there is finally a ‘place’ for those baskets, boxes and other containers I’ve been secretly hoarding in the office closet. They look SO much nicer where they can be seen.
These guys finally found a home too. I bought these about four years apart, and never really had a place to put either of them. It’s times like these that I slap myself on the forehead and say, “THAT’S why you save things.” They will surely end up packed with post cards and letters… but I guess that’s what they’re for. Anyway, that’s my latest project. Now I’m getting down the business of writing.