Currently, we're living in a *really* small house. We've lived here for about a year, having purchased it during a desire to downsize from a property that felt too large (too many stairs to climb with a then-infant). Even though we've always planned to stay here short-term then sell the property on, this house feels really small.
I mean REALLY, really, REALLY small.
So I've been wondering how in the world I am ever going to have the space to create the projects that now seem to occupy each and every one of my brain cells, and getting a bit frustrated just thinking about it. Part of me feels like "oh forget it I'll never have the space...how can I possibly even get started, etc."
And then today I had an "ah-ha" moment involving the little triangle of space beneath the stairs. (Yes, the place where two, and sometimes three, bicycles currently call home).
No excuses. Get going. So my next plan of action is to figure out how to create a usable crafty creative comfy nook in a space about as large as my big toe. Perhaps I'll find a suitably pint-sized muse over at On My Desk? Or here.
For now, it will have to be a bit of messy painting fun with Little R. using some crumbly old children's watercolors and far-too-large brushes on the kitchen table. No, they're not the ideal paints for doing tiny, precise Japanese-print-fabric style imagery. No, the brushes are scratchy and raggedy. Yes, there's water-water-water everywhere.
But sometimes you simply have to go with what you've got. And often, you find that it's exactly what you need.
