a space of ones own

Saturday morning I woke up with a need

to create a space for myself.

So my Mother and I got up, looked at the paper

and picked some promising garage sales.

I bought a very small wall hutch (in lime green below),

an old student desk (also in the photo below),

an antique end table, a very old bottle of perfume,

and an unopened pack of thank you cards

all for $25. That is why I love garage sales.

Then I went to work.

***

This weekend I put together a very, very small and simple space for myself.

I will use this space to write, paint, draw and make jewelry

(not involving a torch of course).

I LOVE this space.

I love it because its beautiful.

I love it because of what it means to me

and because of what I will be able to do there.

I love it because its mine.

And somehow just knowing its there

and having the option of using it

if I so desire has been wonderful.

Also the actual act of putting it together, of organizing, of touching each item that I love so dearly from where it had been stored away for so long and then putting it into what will be its new home, was so soothing.

Perhaps it was a reminder that I can still be me,

even in these new circumstances

and in this new place.

Regardless of why

it has been a really

good weekend

full of projects

and productivity.