no rolling of the eyes please.
i get enough of that from the marine.
he doesn’t ACTUALLY roll his eyes.
he simply smiles indulgently until he’s had all he can stand.
then he says quietly . . . once again . . . to his crazy sister . . .
” tam. do you really believe all that ? “
and the answer i give . . . is yes and no.
NO. i do not believe in the prediction part at all.
YES. i do actually believe
that all humans do seem to fall into general patterns of personality traits.
whether from the planets or what . . . i don’t know.
excepting of course ~ the fact that we are still very much
products of our individual dna and environments
and good ole free will of response to life itself.
having said all that . . .
i find a lot of fun in reading about the different signs and their
sometimes it’s uncanny how very VERY close the descriptions are!
i’m a true gemini.
born right smack in the middle pretty much.
ahhh you say.
that can apply to LOTS of different people not just a gemini.
TRUE. but for a gemini the first one is almost always gospel.
it’s that first one i’m most interested in. the one that hits home every time.
every. single. time.
most people dislike change.
as a gemini
i not only love change. i court change!
all kinds. even minor changes . . . like colors!
normally i LOVE beiges and whites. monochromes and greys.
soothing. calm. serene.
tones of beach and sea. mellow. understated. restful.
with only a small jolt of vibrant color as accent.
that is really me. that is really i .
oh the woes of english grammar.
anyway it’s what i most enjoy living with.
whoops. did you see that? i dangled a preposition.
not to mention every participle i ever met.
back to . . . what happened.
i moved into this little tiny wren house . . .
and you would think . . .
if ever there was a time to go calm and serene and plain vanilla . . .
now would be it. after all . . . it’s what i love and the place is so very
very small !
i wanted COLOR !!! LOTS of COLOR!
and in retrospect now . . .
with all the pain and miserable bodily torment that went on here
for well over five months straight . . .
i can see that the color was like medicine for me. for my spirit.
and remains so even now.
i moved here last year at the end of january.
and i was so HUNGRY for color.
that’s the only way i can describe it. hungry for it.
the same way you crave a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce!
you know. when there’s no ice cream or that chocolate to be found!
anywhere in the house! good grief charlie brown!
i’ll tell you about it.
touches of vibrant color here and there and everywhere
in this little tiny wren house.
that’s ME! that’s i !
well. at least it is for NOW.
as you know.
i’m a gemini.
rather than sit tight and GRADUALLY collect some beautiful REAL art . . .
as most wise and dare i say NORMAL people would do . . . as they could afford it . . .
i took myself off to the local trusty old . . . pier one store . . . yes. i did.
i used some of the house sale money and bought myself some color!
all in one swell foop! shortly after i moved in.
when you’re changeable . . .
as i know i am . . .
it becomes . . . KNOW THYSELF . . . for pete’s sake!
and i DO old bean .
the true fact of my ever changeability is that
i will eventually go back to simple plain vanilla.
alas and alack and as it were!
the real beauty in all this is . . .
i didn’t spend a lot of money on what could be
a very temporary thing.
all this vibrant color craving.
it’s quite new to me!
i mean . . . to have it to such a large degree.
my minimalist ways are not new to me.
minimalism has ALWAYS been my rock.
and always will be.
it’s the foundation for my happiness
and a basic wonderful contentment in life.
oddly enough it’s the only thing that never changes.
i’ll confess that real changeability gemini secret . . .
within that same minimalism that is my life . . .
i have degrees of it.
degrees that change totally.
each side of that single coin for months at a time.
there are times i enjoy having more things around me than usual.
still not nearly as much as most people i admit.
but for minimalist me . . . quite a lot!
it’s what i call my truly cozy minimalist phase.
and i am in in it right now.
i’m happy in it. this time it’s lasted a year.
but for how much longer? that’s the odd part.
the part you normal people don’t have i would say.
yes. i’m abby~normal. and i know it.
it just happens.
. . . and this has been the pattern my whole life . . .
something just hits me.
into my very depths! it’s hard to explain it.
it hits me hard though. and i have to change it all.
i will feel like i need to BREATHE !!!
~ i feel like i just can’t breathe ~
it’s very strange old bean.
a closing in of sorts.
too much STUFF. around me.
can’t breathe easily.
and those few lovely items will go back into one storage box
that i keep for certain treasures.
i store that box inside the lovely cottage~like shed
in the marine’s own back yard. literally. you could live in that shed!
that one clear plastic box with a lid holds all my ‘treasures.’
my pottery pieces. some throw pillows. and a few things of my heart.
when that odd sensation of needing to breathe and de~clutter hits me . . .
this happy gemini . . . this sign of the twins . . . does this . . .
instead of recognizing it as some kind of weird obsessive compulsive behavior
which it is quite probably is . . . LOLOLOL . . . i do this . . .
i very happily do what i call . . .
” CLEAR THE DECKS! “
it feels like a CELEBRATION old bean !!!
i put on music! i breathe freely! i even dance!
and by people’s everyday normal standards there is
not even that much ‘clutter’ ever to clear . . .
it still results in a change.
for me . . . it’s
back to the sleekest and most basic of pure minimalism
and i so dearly LOVE that too!
with just the sunlight and fresh air as art and ornament!
nothing else is necessary. i can breathe. i am home again.
this is me! this is i !
oh good grief charlie brown!
i do not find it stark at all. just exquisitely serene and beautiful.
much like the pictures of the wee blink bonnie in the peanut on the table.
spare. elegant. simple vanilla.
i’ve done this strange dance for years.
it used to wear me out.
i would fight it.
i hated it about myself.
but with age and learning to know myself . . .
or attempting to anyway . . .
i see it’s as much in my gemini nature as my blue eyes are in my dna.
and it’s all . . . ALWAYS . . . within the
scope of my constant beloved minimalism.
nothing. overmuch. ever.
now i accept it.
and life is easier.
i see it in a new way. i’ve made peace with it.
and i think because i’ve accepted it for what it is . . .
the times between are oddly much longer now.
i accept it happily.
i am simply both.
it’s a little like the ebb and flow of the ocean i think.
the ocean in me.
the ocean of changeability that i no longer fight. but embrace.
it keeps life interesting to say the least!
the trick is not to spend money doing it.
that’s where you must be careful.
you just keep the few sweet things you put out. then put them away. then . . .
well. you get the picture.
and because of that . . .
they mysteriously always seem new to you !
this new art was happily very inexpensive.
though it’s quite lovely really.
and no great loss if i ever choose to
pass them on cheerfully to someone else who is hungry for color . . .
or . . . even just stack them against the wall in the marine’s shed . . .
’cause . . . well . . . you never know . . .
oh yes you do!
and i think this is VERY IMPORTANT to mention here
i admire and revere artists of every kind. every medium.
i’ve painted . . . off and on . . . throughout my own life.
and maybe because of that ~ i love to support real artists.
it’s SO IMPORTANT
that we treasure them
and support them!
and whenever my pocket book is able . . . i certainly do.
i follow the blogs of many wonderfully varied artists in different mediums . . .
elizabeth ~ cindi ~ tracy ~ debi ~ tricia rose ~ monk ~ cathy ~ peggy
my own vicki
so many! i bet i’m forgetting someone! and i’m so sorry if i have!
when i moved here . . . my health was miserable old bean.
later you learned about all that.
i felt i needed a quick fix. so that’s exactly what i did!
and for now i like my very inexpensive store art just fine.
we all know there are art snobs. and wine snobs.
but jacob and i know the truth.
many things can have . . . “a nice bouquet tam.”
remember that? LOLOL. jacob bond.
my dearest wise little jacob!
and speaking of jacob . . .
my simply wonderful closest of friends is . . .
she is an excellent water colorist.
traditionalist in style.
two of my favorites she’s given me are small seascapes in new england.
they remind me of my mother and home.
i simply love them.
last summer when jacob was staying a few nights with me . . .
he stood there looking at them. his hands on his hips.
a regular little art critic!
he finally said . . .
” yes. she’s really GOOD tam! she’s even better than blake! “
blake is his 14 year old brother!
but I must admit. my sweet blake IS pretty darned talented!
the important thing about any of your art is just this . . .
” DOES IT MAKE YOUR OWN HEART SING? “
and my answer is a resounding . . . yes!
i have very eclectic taste in art. and i appreciate fine art.
traditional . . . abstract . . . impressionism . . . love them all!
though i do have dislikes too.
most of cubisim is not a favorite . . .
nor the work of pollack . . . his art leaves me dizzy!
and i would probably never own something done on velvet.
like elvis or those sad big~eyed kids . . . remember those? oh my !
just not my personal cup of tea.
i’m sure somebody out there just loves them.
and they are welcome to them.
it’s simply whatever floats your own boat old bean!
that of course is the beauty of art. it’s totally personal.
or it should be.
it should bring you joy!
some people are left cold by the impressionists. and i love them.
some people rave about picasso. but he just leaves me cold.
it’s all relative.
i’ve realized a well known design fact again
here in the wren house.
it’s something i’ve always believed and known to be true.
in studying design . . . i learned early on . . .
some rules that you’d THINK would apply . . .
are simply made to be broken!
and when dealing with small spaces . . . scale is the key.
bold is usually better.
not always of course. but usually.
it achieves exactly what you want
if you want your space to feel larger.
it just does old bean!
when your place is small
and you fill the walls with lots of little groups
of small paintings or many small pictures . . .
and an odd assortment of small things . . .
when you have small scale knick knacks everywhere . . .
thinking that will help the place appear larger just because they’re
all small in scale . . . well . . .
it often just succeeds in looking
cramped. cluttered. busy. confining.
there’s nowhere for the eye to rest.
even if you love small things . . . and small art . . .
which can be very lovely of course . . .
the idea of less is more will always win out.
because any art needs space around it to breathe and show well.
what is it the kids say ?
or here . . .
in my NOT so humble opinion!
enough with all the talk.
even though . . . ‘is big better? part two’ . . . is still to be posted . . .
i thought it might be fun today to share with you
some similar pictures to show what i’ve been blabbing on about.
that is . . . if you’re even still with me!
you’ve probably given up and left for lunch by now!
the idea of these is merely to show the concept of the wren house.
they’re similar in size and vibrance and boldness.
the rooms pictured are large though. it was hard to find little tiny rooms!
the motto here at the cozy minimalist!
‘ to each her own. to each his own ‘
you get the picture!
no pun intended.
what most people think minimalism is truly about.
and truly it pretty much is or can be. and still . . .
very beautiful and restful to me.
but . . . .
the other side of gemini!
though not the smallest room in the pile . . . still making the point of less is more.
and that beautiful large art definitely makes a statement.
picures like these are arresting enough.
not much else is needed. the statement is made.
and when your walls are clean but for the dramatic and colorful
pictures like these . . .
WOW! it’s a little like living in a fantasy garden.
and actually not as overwhelming as you might think.
or . . . of course . . .
it could be i’ve just gone crazy.
and people are too kind to tell me.
love this one below . . .
a garden in winter. let it snow. you’re viewing summer!
these are all abstracts of course. because they are usually the ones
that give you the most vibrant of colors.
i have 4 large abstracts in the little wren house.
i know! you can’t even imagine it can you? !!! a minimalist???
and such a TINY wren house!!!
and the one that ALWAYS stays . . .
my beautiful huge print of the artist david hockney
‘ blue swimming pool with yellow diving board ‘
i bought it in beckenridge years ago.
I LOVE IT.
you might recall it from the wee blink bonnie.
it’s now over my fireplace here in the wren house.
this post has been ridiculously long.
but . . . most true confessionals probably are.
and if you’re even still with me . . .
i hope you’ve enjoyed this colorful rant!
home is as individual and special as you are.
that’s the beauty of home.
just the word is wonderful is it not?
it doesn’t really matter all that much what it looks like.
except to . . . YOU !!!
the important thing about it is simply this . . .
do you feel happy there?
do you feel at home?
that’s my happiest and most sincere wish for all of us!
til soon old bean!