As you may recall from previous posts, 2008 was a crazy year, and it knocked me so off balance I very nearly forgot who I was.
There once was this old me, this pre-2008 me, who had all sorts of characteristics I'd nearly forgotten about.
I used to decorate, dress up and do crafts. It was my hobby to go to yard sales and estate sales every weekend to hunt for treasure. My home was a little work of art--sort of grandma's attic meets Paris apartment.
My outfits every day were little works of art, too, embellished with my rocking grandma's old jewelry and a real fondness for accessories. And I created things that really were little works of art, collages, jewelry, etc.
But then 2008 hit, with all its trials. The first sign of my decline was when I asked my husband to move my art supply cupboard to the garage, so the dining room, also known as my art studio, became an office and study. I replaced the art cupboard with a file cabinet.
By the time we moved to this new place, September, I was so mentally exhausted that I didn't even know why I had all this junk. I culled possessions mercilessly as we were moving, getting rid of literally a truckload of stuff I had once considered important.
Setting up the new place, I made it livable then stopped. There is still a storage filled with I-don't-know-what. Decorative items, unused furniture and art supplies.
Don't get me wrong: you would walk into my house now and think it looked nice. But it's not inspired.
I've realized all this as I look at blogs of inspired, crafty people with happy homes. I've finally expanded my blog reading beyond Humboldt County and discovered some wonderful, clever and inspired blogs that make me remember the happy, creative person who surely must still be living deep inside me. I have added them to the blogroll on the right if you're interested.
I hope I can regain my inspiration. In the meantime, blogging is an art, right?