This week Sally directed us: “take a moment to focus on all the different kinds of curves that surround you everyday”. Curves, wonderful! I was raised in a house full of paisley – curves are my briar patch.
Looking at this photo now I’m also seeing a bit of yin and yang going on, although that casts the table as the good and the mug as the evil and that is ass backwards. Ok, getting ahead of myself, let me explain. I’ve sat down several times at my worktable to get moving on a variety of projects. There’s usually at least a handful of different ideas going on in my workspace, I like to flit from one to the next as down time arrives. Well lately, whenever I’ve sat down, I’ve turned around some ideas mixed a few colours, done a little obligatory experimenting (not the fun kind) and things haven’t been clicking.
Hubby walked in at one such moment of frustration and casting his eyes about me, about my space, and said, “how do you work like that?” I shook it off not wanting to really hear that thought, but by the time it was lying in bed that night I was already rearranging the room in my head. Naturally, the next day I was pulling all sorts of stuff out with a rough idea how it would all go back together again. Well it’s far from done and I’ll save all the nitty gritty for another day, but the part that makes it hard to arrange is this table.
I did not by this table on purpose. I was at the Salvation Army thrift store just before we moved into our house. I was looking for a pair of chairs for our kitchen, having already chosen a small square table. I found one that I loved the lines on, the wood (teak?) was in ok shape and the seat was an easy single screw to pop out and recover. Perfect! There were three sitting there so I grabbed two and headed for the cash to see how much. I was informed they were part of a set. I argued that three chairs would not be a set. She reassured me it was part of a set that included an oval table (missing a leaf) that was up against the wall legs removed. As she gathered the legs I tried to negotiate just the two chairs. She wouldn’t budge there was one price and there was no way she was letting me leave without this table. Of course I was alone, and this was solid wood but I hauled that sucker and three chairs somehow into the car and through our apartment parking lot, up the stairs and into our storage locker. All that to say an oval table would have never been my choice to fit in a studio workspace, but it’s hard to pass up free.
Silver lining moment though finding my favourite handmade mug that I had bought for my day job specifically. When I moved form a work office to a home one I knew it made the trip but somehow I misplaced it. That was about five years ago. The best part is the handle, it fits my two fingers so perfectly, a very good curve indeed. the glaze is very pretty too although the shadows here hide all that.
Those are the curves on my mind at the moment.
Thanks for all your sweet comments about my little dancer, I fought the urge to show you the curve of her eyelashes… mustn’t make it all about her.
Now off to see the twist, turns and curves every has come up with this week, linking up on Sally’s beautiful blog