Getting settled in a temporary home, working out the kinks in the process of building on the lot next door, and my crazy brain attempting to find something to focus on while we wait for the house to get itself build, gosh-darn-it.
I've felt a bit lost. Even as we pursue our dreams of building a modest cottage and living closer to town, I've just felt ready to do something new.
14 years of homeschooling can leave a ginormous, gaping emptiness in your day once the kids finally leave. Since the fall, my two youngest have been attending a small private 'homeschool', run by a friend (who happened to attend their births, how weird is that?), leaving me time to ponder what this season of my life will look like.
House building progress so far: we have a couple sticks.
At one point I got pretty excited about maybe monetizing this blog. Really going for it, connecting to every social media outlet there is, getting sponsors and advertisers and and and.....
....and I realized I don't enjoy being connected to the computer constantly. I think it would feel draining to 'have to' keep up on the frenetic pace of all that. I've decided for now to simplify the blog to keep it a joy. A happy little spot for me to continue to document my decorating misadventures. I'd love to get more readers and comments, and I'm working to read more and comment more myself to build community. That is what drew me to blogging 4 years ago, and is still what motivates this scatterbrain to keep at it.
Ye olde blogge just got a little freshening up....
Started asking myself questions like "so if I could do anything in the world, what would it be right now?"
And I remembered the cute little workshop attached to the garage. I remembered thinking what a great space I thought it was for painting furniture when we looked at the house, and how convenient it would be once the kids moved in (when our house next door was done) to continue to use it as the rest of the garage would still be plenty big for them and their stuff.
I remembered how I used to lament not having a space to paint in the wintertime...and how the previous owners of this place left 2 space heaters in the workshop. How it had a separate locking entrance and a window (with security bars that kinda freaked me out....the dude made firearms. Yikes)
Hey wait a minute.
I love to paint furniture! I love to thrift! I think I shall upcycle furniture and peddle it to the masses of Fort Wayne IN!
And I went for it. With gusto. In the face of a VERY financially conservative city, with several others trying their hand at it too.
I've had fun organizing my new work space...using old pieces of furniture that don't fit in the house...
But I believe in Serendipity. There's been too many of these moments and circumstances for me to ignore the pursuit of this dream. (see HERE) I'm going for it. I want to be brave and believe I have some talent for this kind of thing, and I'd mega-super-duper LOVE to be paid a fair price for my work.
So I set up a website and a facebook page (Please go 'like' my page, pretty please with little debbie's on top!) to start getting the word out. I'm looking into a couple unconventional ways to market myself and my pieces locally. I'm networking, trying to avoid the competitive junk, believing there is room for all of us and money to go around. I really do believe the right pieces will come my way, and the right buyers will find me.
And I'm also painting. Learning new mediums, trying new techniques, reviving tried and true methods. It's kinda hard. It's kinda discouraging (especially seeing all the a.mazing work others are doing around the internet). But I'm gonna keep at it. I have to believe I have something to offer the world. I'm really tired of talking myself out of ideas that have the potential to bring me real joy (and maybe some extra cash!)
So hey. I think at 46 it's time to start believing in myself. Time to believe good things can happen.
And now, it's time to clean out some brushes....