It finally happened the other week that I realized I was used to having space. It was such a gradual transition for me, learning how to have a separate studio, that I got accustomed to it without even noticing. Thinking back to when I was building furniture in my living room already seems like a year ago, and likewise, seems impossible. Did I really do that?! Crazypants. But there's still sawdust in the corners and old square-nails turning up on the floor as proof. Thoroughly sweeping the house? Who has time for that!
Aside from endlessly / repetitively cutting little pieces of wood, I also: Went to California to visit the restaurant for it's one year birthday party. It's booming! It's blooming! Ate a lot of pasta, tried not to eat too much tiramisu. Spent a day in Big Sur among some much-needed towering redwood trees and clusters of lively succulents, some placed artfully in mother-made pots that I covet thoroughly.
When I returned to Brooklyn I made sure to cook us a pasta dinner because I can never-have-too-much-pasta-seriously-oh-my-god, and then got back to work and played catch-up. Oh no wait, I'm always playing catch-up, right, I forgot. And next on the list was a wall panel, which was exciting because this pattern had me thrilled! And, I'm always in the mood to not build table legs.
Have a lovely fall weekend!