I spent a couple of evenings back before Christmas pulling together tear sheets I've collected, and finding new ones (the technical term on the design side for this Peter tells me is "pulling scrap", it was tear sheets on the apparel side, scraps were the fabric on the floor of the cutting room). Here's what I see on my wall (and what I like) these days:
- cyanotype "sunprint" shade of blue, especially against soft, pearly, muted grays.
- oil portraits of people (these used to scare me, no kidding, I feel this is a breakthrough).
- organically shaped, simple pottery (I am trying very hard to build a collection of Diana's pieces)
- wool texture in pillows
- simple quilts in strong colors (still crushed out on Denyse Schmidt, probably always will be)
- yellow and gray
What I am not presently inspired by? Lego's. Every.single.surface.inch of our family room has been taken over by Legos. I'm not exaggerating. I am told that when I enter that area, I immediately heave a heavy sigh, get schlumpy shoulders, and then walk out. Both kids are in full immersion Lego mania, have their own sets, and insist on no cross-contamination. We have had a dedicated Lego building table in there for some time, which has been covered, cleaned off, and recovered with pieces more times than I can count. We have a sorting system which worked until it reached its peak capacity over Christmas. Now I am at a loss as to exactly what to do so I'm doing nothing right now. I'm waiting for cheap, functional, divine inspiration. (Plus they hurt when you step on them.)
heavy sigh.....
