Summer is hiding from us here in Southern Oregon. My Belizean sweetie is beginning to think it's a myth that we actually
have a summer. For two months I've been promising T-shirt weather, and we've still got the heat cranked, movies on order, and hearty food on the stove. I haven't even braved the farmer's market to get cinnamon rolls in the chilly rain. No thank you.
So it means we've also been cooped up in the house longer than I'd expected. And as much as I love my treasured things the house is losing it's luster after roaming around in it for the past seven months. I'm feeling stuck in old ways and wondering if the house smells like old cooking.
I've been hauling out old pillows, putting away artwork, bringing some back out. Rolling up the heavy rugs and trying to reinvent without buying anything. Easy enough since I have way too much stuff. Tomorrow is office day. I'm giving my bungalow nook a makeover and giving myself a proper work space. My "studio" room has turned into a shameful pit of doom that I can't even work in. So I'm tossing out the studio idea and reclaiming the pretty space the treadmill only lives in. Sometimes I just have to choose form over function- since I can't seem to function the way I thought I would! I'll just paint in the dining room like I do anyways! How's your spring coming along? Time for fresh air? Me too...