June 23, 2016

And Now a Word About Procrastination


I am a procrastinator. I do not want to be a procrastinator. I'm not sure how to change this about myself. I have had the idea to slipcover this old round ottoman (you can see what it looked like before here) with an Anthropologie shower curtain that I've had for ages. I use this ottoman at my vanity and it's perfect for sitting on cross legged while I get ready. I have no idea why this is important to me but it is. Over the years it has taken quite the beating and was the one thing that bothered me about my vanity area which happens to be the first thing you see when you walk into my room.


So you'd think I'd be super motivated to get that project done, right? It's literally been on my to do list for years. I think I was just a wee bit overwhelmed about how to do it but then this past week I just forced myself to start. Then once I started, I figured if I was doing one, it wasn't really any harder to do two. The hard part is figuring out the first one. After that it's a breeze. I find all projects to be that way.


And then before I knew it I was done! I was filled with such feelings of relief and accomplishment. Like I do every.single.time. I do a project I have been procrastinating about! And of course I told myself I will not procrastinate any more. Because that also is part of my process.


Now I have a slipcovered ottoman at my vanity area (which I will share with you very soon) and I have this extra ottoman that I switched a chair for in my studio because we've already covered how much I love to sit cross legged while I'm working and it has the added benefit of being able to be pulled over to my cozy studio chair as needed.


I have been enjoying starting my mornings in this spot. Usually with my planner, a notebook and a copy of Bella Grace magazine which I am finally carving the time out to enjoy. I usually have 40's music playing softly in the background or sometimes classical or Paris cafe music and always a chai latte.


This is such a calm, peaceful way to start my day.  It sometimes is very difficult to leave but since it is summer and our schedule is very relaxed I find myself taking advantage of it as much as possible and it seems I am not the only one who is drawn here in the mornings.


It's so important to find a little space in your life to take care of yourself, whatever that looks like for you. For me, right now, that means sitting in a quiet place listening to my heart and nurturing myself. I'm slowly starting to learn that as a giver, I can't give what I need to everyone else if I don't first give to myself.
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June 14, 2016

Like Riding a Bike


For years I've been dreaming about a new bicycle, specifically a dutch style cruiser, with multiple gears, hand brakes and rear rack, in the most delicious shade of blue or green complete with basket and bell. I pictured myself riding through the Village, wearing a floral skirt, hair in a braid, looking jaunty and chic, stopping to buy flowers, wine, bread and cheese, waving to my neighbors while winding my way through the streets. Obviously I put a lot of thought into this dream.


My bicycle obsession can be traced back to my childhood. When I was in 4th grade I found myself in desperate need of a new bike. My parents, having just been through one of the hardest periods of their lives and needing to feed and clothe a family of 4, couldn't afford such frivolous items. Instead they found an old secondhand bike for me. And when I say old, I don't mean a couple of years old, I mean a couple of decades old. While I was thrilled to have wheels, and the freedom that came with them, I was horrified at this antique hunk of steel that I was forced to ride while all of my friends had shiny new bikes or if not new, at least they had been manufactured sometime after their birth. This being a time before I had come to appreciate the value of vintage, that bike felt like a burden. I'm not sure if I ever complained to my parents about that bike. I hope not. I hope I had the good sense to realize that they had done the best they could. I hope I didn't make them feel bad for something they couldn't help. My first bike, was a lesson in independence, humility and embarrassment and while I dreamed of having different and better I certainly never felt entitled to have different or better. Honestly, I was thankful to have anything at all.


I am positive that experience, one of many similar experiences, improved my character and I'm sure that it is at least partially responsible for my current ability to be patient and wait for what I want and to be deep down to my core, grateful when I do get it. So imagine my joy, after all of these years, at the tender age of 45, finding myself the proud owner of the beautiful minty dutch bicycle of my dreams, gifted to me for Mother's Day by the man who is in the business of making my dreams come true. I have discovered that hopping on her and heading over to a friends house for the afternoon feels almost identical to the way it did when I was child, only now I'm much more unsure and wobbly and the embarrassment has been replaced with glee!