Sometimes, when there’s nothing you can do about the troubles of the world or the terrible sufferings of a friend, you just get busy.
The sunroom has been an art room since last year. But I’ve been neglecting art (again) and I’ve missed being able to sit peacefully in the best corner of the house.
Keeping grief at bay, I resorted to that time-honored female remedy of cleaning house and shoving furniture around. I recreated the sunroom as my woman cave, while at the same time stripping the kitchen down to clean minimalism. This is where I’ve been most of the time since then. Yesterday in the rain. Today in the sun.
The world still feels dark with impending loss. But by damn, let us not forget to live while we can.
Anyhow, revamping the sunroom gives me an excuse post this photo (below) once again. I love reposting this one as a reminder that there is such a thing as progress and that life can get better sometimes.