How do you define your blog?
How do you define the combination of your social media presence?
Is there a specific theme, a single idea, or is it a part of something bigger in your life?
Hecks, do we even need to have a purpose other than the fact that blogging, etc. makes us happy?
I have been ruminating on the daily pleasures and tasks that make up my life at this moment in time.
It seems to me that what I spend time doing must have some sort of boundaries or quotation marks.
A way to be sure not to waste precious time.
This blog began as a fun way to share with other bloggers and readers.
I love the mass of creativity out there and wanted to soak in all that I could hold.
Life, as it will, took an unexpected turn.
Now I look at this space as a way to promote my still newish vintage and art business while sharing all of the fun and thoughts and changes that make a life.
Making life pretty.
I spend much of my time making.
Making art, painting furniture, crafting and decorating Frippery Farmhouse.
Creating for events like the upcoming City Flea this Saturday in Washington Park.
Lace and images captured under glass are in the process of being soldered.
Collages evoking peaceful dreamy landscapes or the lacy web of a busy spider.
Affordable, original pieces that I love sending off to a good home.
Then comes life.
The garden needs tending,
the laundry is piling up and I just finished my last day of radiation.
All chores but good chores in the long run.
Getting tasks completed gives us a sense of well being despite the drudgery.
Of course the radiation part is another one of those life turns that we would rather do without.
Part of life is rolling with it.
I would like to chat about this further in another post but all is good.
When I try to separate life and pretty it kind of runs together like watercolor.
Life is composed of necessity and choice and joy.
All of that can be pretty if we look at it through the proper lens.
Life is a bounty.
We just have to harvest slowly and tend it carefully.
We must work to make it pretty.
Pretty in our own eyes.
Everyone has different eyes through which they see.
That different way of seeing is what can make
the social interaction available today incredibly interesting.
What makes life pretty is the fact that we are out here, making and living and collecting and working to make it so.
Sometimes that consists of the more mundane jobs, such as cleaning giant plastic letters for a show.
Cutting the grass and weeding the garden.
Dusting...you get it.
The fact that we are living, we have a life, makes each of these bits beautiful.
We just have to polish those lenses to see the pretty in our world.
My theme will be Making Life Pretty.
Remind me of that when I am staring at 5 loads of backed up laundry and no clean undies in sight.
How about you.
What is your reason to be here?
Do you need a definition or is simple pleasure enough?
I will be on the porch waiting to hear.
(Once the laundry is finished and the weeding is done.)
Yours in making life pretty, P.