I recently painted this little chap, at a client’s request, onto her re-vamped hall stand. Did you know that aerodynamically bees are not supposed to fly?
For the last week I have sat painting my designs onto furniture and looking out onto all the space available in the warehouse unit I share with Joanne. Ideas started to float up…..
I started to voice the ideas I am having about working with wood and making my own furniture pieces and goodness me, life kicked in. Sparkly energy started to flow and Dad’s voice was the first to make himself heard. He and Mum had already been talking together and wondering if I would be better off making everything myself. Mum put me in touch with a friend whose partner works for a bespoke kitchen company. He gifted me his time one evening and filled my head with all sorts of technical stuff and promised to come to the workshop and show me how to make the things I have started to design. His brother, who works for the same company, has also offered to come and help and their boss was happy to have a meeting with me. I spent a sleepless night thinking through all the things I could do and planning. I went to the meeting next morning with every intention of asking the kitchen company to spray my work, so I could get a professional finish. I was on the receiving end of kind smiles and a firm belief that I could do the whole thing myself. ‘After all’ they said ‘why pay us?’ These kind people spent time giving me all the technical information I needed on spray painting.
I am being gifted the kindness of strangers who I know will become friends. I have always believed that a rising tide raises all ships and the kind and supportive connections that are being made locally are magic. Blessings….
I made a list of all the equipment I would need and talked it through with Dad, who sat smiling and listening. ‘I have a few things on that list that you could have’ he said. Some serious bench top woodworking power tools are now stored down at my workshop ready for installation, along with some sturdy bench tops. Blessings….
I then had a message from an old friend who asked what I was up to lately. I told him and he immediately came back saying that he used to make Grandfather clocks, which he no longer does, and I was welcome to all his tools. His offer covered the rest of the power tools needed on my list. Blessings….
An old family friend came for lunch yesterday, listened to my plans and is gifting me the spray painting unit I need. Blessings….
Throughout all the planning David has been in touch and is supporting me so I can buy the paint and materials I need to get started. We may have been unable to sustain our relationship, but our loving friendship is a gift. Blessings….
Mum and Dad came back from a steam fair on Sunday and Mum held up a special purchase they had made….the perfect vintage item to finish my first project. Blessings….
Christine Moran, my dear friend, reminded me that I always say ‘Pants over tights and flick that cape…’ to others and it was time I said it for myself. Blessings….
All this equipment coming into the workshop is a far cry from my initial tentative plans on hand painting old furniture in a corner and I was braced for Joanne, my workshop sculptor buddy, to protest a tad. She isn’t and is simply flowing more space and supportive enthusiasm my way. We can share the tools, because they will help both of us to create. Blessings….
Life may have tumbled very hard indeed lately, but I may never have found this authentic voice inside if it had not. Loving support and kindness is the burnishing polish that flows through my days as the tumbles bring a new surface to the light. Blessings….
Many blessings and love.