Thinking in pictures. Conceptualizing. Imagination with application. Good taste. Classic lines. Feng Shui. Positive Energy flow.
Heck, I am throwing ideas/things out there like partially cooked spaghetti against a wall, hoping something sticks.
Genes genes the musical fruit, the more you eat the more you …oops that’s beans not genes. In my search for perfection or even comfortable mediocrity I am forced to accept the gifts I have naught, as in ‘missed the train on that one’.
I am presented with a lovely living, creative, work space in my son and DIL’s home and I am bereft, befuddled, beyond the ability to organize. You see, I have no talent. None. In fact my good taste gene is so deficient I do not even have the skill to copy another.
Now maybe you can help. Please visualize. The room is rectangular and while actually measuring would be rather mundane I can describe it as a nice chip shot length, say 9 yards by a comfortable putt of 5 yards.
I have ‘things’ to place in the room and no idea where to begin because the flow of energy through the current design is nothing more than the bump and grind of error.
By days end there will be some sense of order, of comfort and no doubt a good degree of exhaustion, because thinking in areas where you were never meant to be is taxing on a soul who was I am sure destined to have all and sundry ready to do her bidding. Reality bites. Truly.