House-iversary
Do you ever find yourself wondering what your house smells like? Maybe that’s just me!
I believe it’s a blend of the foods you eat and the cleaning supplies you use and the pets and the people who call the space home. I can still remember what my childhood friends’ houses smelled like and can instantly recall the scent of different relatives’ homes, too. And sometimes when I’m out and about something similar will waft under my nose and immediately transport me there, no matter how long it’s been.
This is also one of those things that has bothered me since I was a kid - because, no matter what I do, I’ve never been able to catch a real whiff of my own house. I used to come back from vacations and hold my breath as I walked inside - only to take a huge inhale and come up empty handed. Or, rather, empty-scented. I do believe I’ll be pondering this, frustrated and unsatisfied, for the rest of my life. Woe is me!
Right now, though, I can smell two things as I sit writing on the couch : fresh bread and lemon blossoms
The bread is, of course, a slice of Eric’s sourdough - toasted golden, with butter and honey and a sprinkle of salt. And the blossoms are from our little Meyer Lemon tree, joyfully flowering by the back door. I almost killed it back in December when we turned down the heat before going on our trip…but even after loosing about seventy five percent of its leaves I’ve been able to nurse it back to happiness and it’s been showering us in thank-you petals.
This is what “home” smells like today - and it’s not a bad mix, if I do say so myself.
Speaking of home, as of yesterday we’ve been back in Colorado for two years. TWO. It’s such a long/short amount of time and I can hardly believe it, no matter which way I’m looking at it. We’re currently preparing to re-wire the whole place and plant in the garden and hang hammocks for summer lounging and repaint our bedroom, etc., etc. But I’ve been walking around, slowly running my hands over the walls and thinking or all the ways we’ve changed this space and all the ways it’s changed us, too. We’re better for having lived here.
I think this is especially true when it comes to my making. I need to take a pile of pictures and document where the studio is at now (and maybe put together a Studio Tour post!!) - but this is easily the happiest I’ve ever been in a creative space. It’s been such a slow process, getting the flow and feel just right, but now when I walk through the door in the morning I just feel joy. And all that joy is flowing right into the work. I’ve got just a couple more pieces to finish for the Spring Restock, but here are a few previews of the treasures I finished up last week:
Home is where the art is - this I know to be true.