Socks with Holes, or New Walls?

Socks with Holes, or New Walls?

Our New Year's Eve party was all about transitions. Every room in the house changed just a little bit to create something new. Rooms were divided by two panels of sheer fabric; furniture was moved to create four separate lounge areas, each with their own vibe. We prepped a bit each day from Sunday, moving furniture, adding equipment, hanging streamers, adjusting lighting. There was a lot of buildup to the evening, and a lot of great teamwork. Jeremy (being a tall Haus) helped me hang seven yards of silver jersey fabric; we discovered the walls were plaster, and that it is damn near impossible to hammer directly into the corner of the room where wall meets ceiling. We came up with a solution, and it was more than worth the effort to cover the original 1950s pink and blue flowered paper in the kitchen.

Just two hours into their night my studio became an impromptu lounge, bringing the number to five. I took on a rare form that evening. I found myself feeling very charming, entertaining groups of 1-10 people, answering questions about my art, fielding a persistent guest who wanted to buy a piece I will not sell, listening to people I had just met analyze my art. The response was enthusiasm and curiousity. The whole night was inspiring, and I am glowing from the wonderful connections.

Those who met me would never have guess my usual reserve. I suppose it was coming, the fanning of my feathers. The mix of people was strange and delightful.

My resolution, for 2009 and beyond: follow through, except when time is better than persistence. And so now I am off, to finish packing, gathering, eliminating. The time is ripe to throw out the old socks.

Think about it!

What will you throw out?