I look at the mess and start to feel disheartened. Where did all this yarn come from? Why can't I keep the dog hair off of the couch? How did I end up with so many knick knacks? And then I remember. "You're an artist, dear" my subconscious reminds me. And I breathe a sigh of relief. "Why yes, I am," I reply, and I settle down in my way.
I'm sorry that I've been a bit absent from this space. I hope that this is the last post in a good while where I have to apologize for that. I've been doing a bit of spring cleaning, you see. Airing out the house, beating my rugs, decluttering. Cutting down on junk is a very serious business hereabouts. A veritable car-load of odds, ends, bric-a-brac and clothes have been shipped off to the thrift shop nearby leaving us with a bit more space to breathe. In the midst of all that clearing-out I had a bit of an anxiety attack about just how much stuff I had deemed important over the last few years. With the sparse simplicity of many of my Instagram inspirations in mind, I really started to be ruthless. This can go, and that can leave, and whoever though I looked good in that old thing? Luckily I came to my senses before I tossed the whole house into the street! Eventually I came to the realization that I had already cleared out many of the unimportant things, but I also needed to maintain a bit of the clutter because yes, those little knick knacks bring me joy to look at. And yes, there is a great deal of dog fur to be dealt with on a daily basis, but the dog who sheds it is such a kind and loveable old German Shepherd who we can't do without. There may be a pile of yarn here, and there....and yes, you're quite right, over there as well. But yarn is such a pleasant thing and having a hair too much of it is just fine with me. I stopped myself in my decorating tracks just before I decided on a color scheme for my living room. My living room doesn't need a color scheme! It simply needs all the colors.