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February 10, 2011Posted by on
I lived in a little dorm room while I was at University. The room itself wasn’t too bad- it was modern and private and I wasn’t forced to sleep next to a stranger! But it wasn’t awesome either. We were not allowed to have heaters in our rooms due to the fire hazard and yet the nights flirted around freezing all winter. Brr! The bed was shorter than I was and yet friends from other dorms and I often squeezed onto this tiny bed for a snooze after a night on the town. Honestly, the room wasn’t anything awful, but living is such tight quarters required a lot of problem solving for a livable, enjoyable space.
Step 1: Personalise
My university forbade us from sticking anything to our walls. We were not allowed to use sticky-tack, presstick or pins to adhere anything to the walls incase paint was torn off the walls. After 10 seconds of this craziness, I popped an old record album cover up on the wall. Truth is, by the time I moved out, every square inch was covered in some sort of love note or post-it. When I pulled everything down, I did peel some paint off. But I just painted the blemishes with some white artists paint and white out. The room passed meticulous expection without so much as an eyebrow raise.
Step 2: Love your bar fridge
Seriously? That little guy saved my life. Dorm food is sketchy at best of times, and seriously lacks actual fruit and veggies at it’s worst. In this fridge, I stored everything from milk to fruit to cooked chicken strips that I managed to funnel back from trips home. I stored cookies, rusks and crackers right on top of the fridge for a one stop meal extravaganza.
Step 3: Learn to love your neighbors *and if you can’t love them, at least communicate with them*
Here is our little wash up area in the flatlet that us 9 girls shared. Not every young lady was blessed with a mother who taught them how to clean up after themselves. This our ‘kitchen’ on a good day. Yikes!The dishes were out of control and attracting attention from the insects. Not awesome. One day, I went out to microwave my heatsock when I spotted this:
For extra good measure, and because the bathroom around the corner was borderline 3rd world, she added this:
What steps have you taken to deal with small restrictive spaces? I have been so fortunate to not have had a smaller space to live since University. I am meant to roam free 🙂 What is the smallest space you have lived in?
January 20, 2011Posted by on
When you’ve exhausted all possibilities, remember this—you haven’t.
*Robert H. Schuller*
I love dandelions. I’ve explained why before– to me they represent wishes- and wishes are really just secret scary dreams. The dreams that we are too afraid to admit. The ones we acknowledge only over birthday candles or shooting stars. The ones that someone might make fun of us for or tease us about. You know the dream you’ve been carrying.
By the time we reach adulthood and marriage, and we get sensible jobs and start doing the responsible thing, we have starved that dream. Maybe we tried once or twice. Perhaps we tried many times and this dream just didn’t come to be… and we gave up.
I had given up the dream of being an artist… having tried twice and failed…but I was recently inspired to try again.
Let’s chat friends. What dreams have you pretty much given up on… that maybe might just spring back into being if you just tried?
January 17, 2011Posted by on
This post was started as a calm encouraging light in the dark world that creatives face. Artists are too often enchanted by the sexiness of darkness- the ease of negativity that seems to fuel the anger that ‘creates’. But this, my friends, is a sad dark path to travel.
The powers of creativity are much stronger in the lightness of loveliness than in the depths of darkness. Darkness loses power when faced with light. Positivity is more difficult to embrace and yet stronger than the ties of Darkness.
Sometimes, the sex appeal of darkness is very seductive. Sometimes I can barely pry myself away. Sometimes the comfort of gloom is much too enchanting. And I justify it as benefit to my art…
But is it really benefiting anything? In the same way piranha’s feast on prey, that darkness consumes the best ideas-the purest forms of delight and leaves nothing but the carcasses for viewing. Is this the art we want to create?
I do not want to leave a legacy of death and decay in my wake.
January 3, 2011Posted by on
Hands up to anyone else who is terrified of 2011…Don’t leave me hanging here-
God knows and loves me enough to have given me a strange and unlikely coping mechanism in times of turmoil and distress- like taking odd photos of my darling pup (featured beautifully above).
This is the year I turn 23. The year, according to the life-plan of my 18-year-old self, that I was going to have my things in order.
My things are, of course, not in order and this leaves me feeling terrified. And a bit silly for being so terrified.
I’ve got a date with my planner to, well you know, make a plan. How did you break through the initial panic change (and duplicate digits) bring?
December 23, 2010Posted by on
When we moved into our home last year, we realised the previous owners had forgotten to plant plants in the flower beds. The flowerbeds became dirt beds.
I’ll let you in on a secret. I am not a gardener. Blame it on allergies or fear of the strange African insects, it doesn’t matter. Truth is, I avoid gardening outside at all costs.
My darling Hubs mows the lawn every week keeping the lawn nice and neat, and he does a great job keeping the trees and other plant life alive but those dirt beds are in bad shape. They are covered in weeds and malnourished dirt. Flowers? Nope. Living plants? Doubt it.
Sometimes I feel so frustrated that I am not a gardener who can whip out the spade and the trowel and dig and plant and water and life springs forth. But maybe this is a matter of perspective.
What do you see?
(Via Fibre Active)
Do you see weeds or wishes?
A little punk rock band from the early 2000s released this song that points to Dandelions as the proof of perspective. A little boy journeys into a field and collects little yellow dandelions for his mom. His mom sees loves in the weeds. Personally, I see Benadryl and a nap.
What weeds do you grumble about that maybe might be flowers with another perceptive? For me, it is literally the weeds in my garden. With a different perceptive, I can choose to see that life maybe lives in that soil after-all.
How are you choosing to view your ‘weeds’?