Wednesday, September 15, 2010

all that sparkles

I have always thought it was possible to love your work. Maybe not all of your job, or every minute of it. But to be a person whose eyes light up when they talk about what they do.

I have been a person who becomes earnest and intense when they talk about what they do. I have even been passionate about it. I have talked at length about how important it is to get things right, railed against the things that rile me up and shared the ragged hope that has kept me going.

Feeling a pang when hearing about someone whose "eyes lit up" when talking about her work, the same work that I do, dealing with the inner stuff of people. I commented to my colleagues that I had never felt that way about doing what I do. They shrugged and said something like "you're just not that kind of person".

Knowing that I had to get out, that keeping going would eat me up, burn me out, kick the stuffing out of me and more. But what would I do instead?

I found the answer. It was pretty obvious, in hindsight. It's been dangling from my ears and twined around my fingers and trailed throughout my history. So I'm learning how to do what I love.

These are just the beginning. And now I sparkle too.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

want and whimsy

Someone viewing the decor in my home could be forgiven for concluding that I have a mild obsession with trees. I have a jewellery tree, tree-print curtains and bed cover, glittery leaves in place of faux flowers, leafy photo frames and nouveau-inspired artworks.

The other day in a moment of whimsy I did an internet search for 'tree bed' and discovered this absolutely delightful lofted tree house bed @ Monpon.

And then there's the grownup version @ Shawn Lovell Metalworks.

How many ways are there to say "I want one!"?