Today I am playing the RevGal Friday Five: Where is its home?
Tell us your favorite homes for five things, the places that you can always and reliably find them.
The idea of items having “homes” has taken awhile for me to catch onto. In my house, it seemed only special things had homes. The Christmas decorations were in an odd closet that was positioned over the stairs, and only my younger sister was small enough and brave enough to climb onto the railing and launch herself up into the storage area. My parents shared the spare bedroom as a sewing room for my mother and an office for my father to write poetry, and the sewing machine with all the sewing notions and fabric lived there, as did the typewriter and university letterhead. When I left my home, I carried a sense that everything ordinary went in piles on whatever surfaces were available.
My first clear appreciation of homes for things came when I started making mosaics. I have a whole room for my studio in our house, and I have a regenerative cycle where I fill up the drafting table with all the tools and dishes of glass for a project, and then as I finish a project, I take time to put things back home so I can start again.
1)My nippers and other tools reside in a wooden box by the drafting table.
2)Then I put the containers of glass and tile back into my Tower of Tesserae.
3)When my sister moved to South Africa, I was reunited with my dresser from childhood, and I store substrates from slate to olive wood crosses to picture frames in the drawers.
4)My intention is to put items that I need to grout on top of the dresser, but sometimes they expand to other surfaces if I’ve put off grouting a bit too long.
5)The really little pieces of glass go into tins organized by color. The rogue bits end up in all parts of the house, hence our motto at Nutmeg Designs, “No Bare Feet.”
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