my creative places

in years gone by, i never considered myself artistic. i grew up in an environment where there was little praise given, in part, because of life itself. my parents had thirteen children in eighteen years which created a busyness all of its own and left little time for 'extras.' it wasn't until i was fifty years old and shabby chic was at its zenith, that i finally came to an understanding of what i liked. it was like a light bulb had turned on and every time i'd see a picture of 'whites' it would draw me in. i started tearing pages out of perfectly good magazines, figuring i paid for them, and started a book (actually, two books - one for decorating and one for gardening) of my own. i spent hours looking at the pictures without having a clue of how to get the look. finally, i took the plunge and just simply 'did it' and it worked! now, our home is full of shabby chic furniture and i find it really difficult to pass up anything that is free, cheap, or paintable! :)

i have no 'special room' set aside for this, though i dream of having a place to mend and paint and have a sale several times a year. in the meanwhile, i use the garage...

the basement,

the dinning room table,

the outdoors,

the back deck,

and the kitchen table.

then another light went on! my part of the utility shed was empty emptier because of the summer things moved outside. so...

i set up shop there -

with two saw horses and two pieces of plywood

and a new and better place to transform my finds!
and...

i live with nature!
glory be...i love it!
there will at least four more moons to use this space,
after that...well, then i'll go back to my other places till next summer!

blessedness!

ox

linking up with Karen Valentine who is having a Where Women Create  party.