Tea with Me: An Apartment & Studio Tour
Dear friends, I want to take you on a little tour of our home and studio. We have recently integrated all our new and old things and successfully purged and rearranged until our little house feels cozy and spacious again. (The total sum of our worldly goods definitely increased with wedding gifts this spring.)
This recent rearranging was a great deal of fun and well-guided by Apartment Therapy: The Eight-Step Home Cure. It was also well-guided by: Recycled Home, Apartment Therapy Presents, and Living in Style Without Losing Your Mind. I've very much enjoyed scouring the pages of lovely interiors for inspiration, I even wonder if this dip into interior design might manifest in a future writing or art project. I couldn't show you the studio without showing you the rest of the house too.
Most of the house was purged and re-arranged and prioritized but the bedroom is the only room to receive a fresh coat of paint. The paint colors change with the day, as we all know, but this room is really a shade of grayish lavender. I've never had a lavender room but we're liking it very much. The rest of the house still resounds in deep red, robin's egg blue, and a sandy golden yellow.
I often can't tell where one creative passion ends and another begins. Writing poetry gets enmeshed with weeding our urban garden, printmaking gets rolled-up in digital photography, and re-envisioning our home and studio spaces gets tucked into my weekly blog. I think Jen's mister said it best, "You seem to be part of this movement of art (+) life, blurring the lines where one ends and the other begins". Well put.
I think this is certainly true, and also helps to explain why I feel compelled to show you our living room color themes alongside my posts of printmaking and photography. My artmaking is certainly inspired by a childhood full of crafting and writing, as my homemaking is reciprocal in its inspiration for artmaking, and all these parts are bound by the same interests, values, desires, concerns, and unending questions. So it goes... we can't tell where one part of the unruly heart ends and where another begins.
So... come over for a virtual cup of tea, take a peek around my home, flop yourself down on the squishy couch, and I'll heat up enough peach cobbler for two. See you soon. xoxo, k.