Who does not love a good workspace? We all envision our special places, our dream houses in extraordinary locations, filled with a bunch of crap and the whimsy of good food and company. I think about my house like adolescent girls think of their wedding days; it makes me feel all pink and cuddly inside, blissful almost, and totally bent on the illusion of good daydreaming. I think of the sun coming into my house, the sounds of trees and wind outside and steam wafting from the kitchen. I imagine late night outside, illuminated and noisy with company--people who fill the rooms and tell their stories and make that place real. Oh yes, I dream of all those things, vividly and incessantly. I could probably have an extremely long post dedicated to every room but tonight I will focus only on my studio.
The idea of a place, well lit and disorderly with materials, is utterly charming. Ms. Woolf spoke of a room of one's own. We all need one, non? ....if for no other reason that to go mad amongst our own thoughts! We each need four walls of our own jurisdiction, us spoiled westerners. One cannot help but be guilted by those who barely have four walls for their entire families, with dirty floors and leaking roofs, and the hell of disease and poverty. Does such a world exist where each of us, every last fucking billionth of our population, can have four walls of her/his own? Imagine.
Lately I have been in the market for a one bedroom apartment, saying SO LONG to the godforsaken dorms and a shared bedroom with a wheezing roommate, and HELLO to my own kitchen, my own bedroom, my own bathroom, my own front door! To think that there are billions of people who have not the slightest hope of such independence. And all of a sudden this post is becoming less about the fun videos I was going to post and all about the plight of so many who have the shit end of the stick. Only, I think that deserves its own post. I am taking a social entrepreneur class this semester that is rocking my world. This is social entrepreneur dears. Please, look it up. I have a great professor and some great material to share. For now though, I will continue with my original posts, because tangents are so unflattering.
So how about that Etsy? Those crazy creative cats are making some cool stuff in some cool places. I watch these videos and they make me warm and happy. They make me think of the best sort of world, where everyone has a room of their own to be creative and deceptively witty in and say, "These are my materials. This is what I have made. This is who I am." We all deserve that right?
The idea of a place, well lit and disorderly with materials, is utterly charming. Ms. Woolf spoke of a room of one's own. We all need one, non? ....if for no other reason that to go mad amongst our own thoughts! We each need four walls of our own jurisdiction, us spoiled westerners. One cannot help but be guilted by those who barely have four walls for their entire families, with dirty floors and leaking roofs, and the hell of disease and poverty. Does such a world exist where each of us, every last fucking billionth of our population, can have four walls of her/his own? Imagine.
Lately I have been in the market for a one bedroom apartment, saying SO LONG to the godforsaken dorms and a shared bedroom with a wheezing roommate, and HELLO to my own kitchen, my own bedroom, my own bathroom, my own front door! To think that there are billions of people who have not the slightest hope of such independence. And all of a sudden this post is becoming less about the fun videos I was going to post and all about the plight of so many who have the shit end of the stick. Only, I think that deserves its own post. I am taking a social entrepreneur class this semester that is rocking my world. This is social entrepreneur dears. Please, look it up. I have a great professor and some great material to share. For now though, I will continue with my original posts, because tangents are so unflattering.
So how about that Etsy? Those crazy creative cats are making some cool stuff in some cool places. I watch these videos and they make me warm and happy. They make me think of the best sort of world, where everyone has a room of their own to be creative and deceptively witty in and say, "These are my materials. This is what I have made. This is who I am." We all deserve that right?
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