So, I posted a while back that I had swooped in and taken over the old master bedroom when my son moved out. It's still not quite done. The short version of a story I'm not quite accepting is that he is moving to Nashville, going to - in his words - succeed or fail at being a professional musician, but going to do his best to make that dream come true.
I'm so proud of his courage. Things have been falling into place for him pretty well - a few hiccups, but he is sticking and it will work out.
I'm trying to focus on my excitement for his adventure and my pride in him for having the courage to follow this dream.
I don't even have any.
Or, at least, at this point in my mind I am contenting myself with little dreams that help me make each day as happy as possible. Listening to those giant chess pieces that make up my life grind their way across the board, lining up in ways that I know will be, ultimately, for the best possible happy life. And part of this day-by-day effort has been making that old back bedroom into my studio, my retreat. It's not quite done (because as my son packs to move, he keeps finding things that are mine that I want in that room with me but hadn't planned on. So, so far, it hasn't finished meshing together.
But it will.
Meanwhile, I'm loving my space.
When it's really really done, I'll post more pictures. I say it's like living in a sunrise, with the walls in three values of the same salmon/peach/tangerine colorway. I thought I was exaggerating until one day when I moved my recliner in there and managed to catch the sunset.
I spend my evenings in there now, working with fabric and fiber. Tonight I finished the purple motifs on the "What Color Is Spring" quilt. This quilt has been in progress for several years now, mostly tucked into a tote. It's amazing how quickly it moves, now that I have a space to work on it.
Certainly makes my heart happier.