Amy at While Wearing Heels is hosting a Self Portrait Challenge link party each month, and this month’s theme is “looking down”.
I’ve been following it for the past two months and have enjoyed the posts very much. After reading Danni’s wonderful post over at Silo Hill Farm this month I admitted in my comment that I’ve been too chicken to take part, but with Danni’s “Just do it” encouragement that followed I took a break from painting a dresser in my guest room and took this photo.
I’m in my craft room/office, which I gave a complete makeover to last October when I joined the October Overhauling challenge that Amy was also hosting. Thanks to that party, which got me started, I now have a place to create that inspires me… and I have a hot pink ceiling that I love. Clearly Amy has a way of helping people get things done.
So, this is me…
wearing the green corduroy pants that I’ve had for about 20 years. 20 years?!! Wowza!!! I didn’t even realize how long I’ve had them until I looked at this photo. I gained weight in my 20’s when I quit smoking, and have pretty much weighed the same since… more or less.
These have been my painting pants for as long as I can remember. They were christened right off the bat by mistake, and then became the collector of the colour history of my decorating life.
The corduory is faded and soooo comfy. Both back pockets are torn, and the cordoroy is quite worn at the knees and shins. When I look at these pants I see all the paint projects, the room makeovers, the furniture redos. I see the apartment above the small town main street store, the charming little house that I totally redecorated before we moved into this one, and the last 15 years of projects in this wonderful old house.
A lot of memories. A lot of painting! (The shirt I’m wearing is even more colourful… and just as aged.)
I love these pants and wear them often now… because I’m always painting something. And, yes, I have been known to wear them to the general store on occasion… when I’m in the middle of a project. That’s my story anyway… and I’m sticking to it.
There are no fashion police out here in the boonies! Only a few laughing cows, and I just happily ignore them.
The cat in the photo is Lucky, a.k.a. Funky Monkey. Even though she stunk to high heaven when we first took her in… we knew she wasn’t a barn cat. It took a few baths and a few months for that smell to completely disappear, and she has always been as sweet as can be. Even when I was bathing her!
She loves to rub her face against my pink crocs. I guess it feels good. I wear them like slippers. In the winter the floors are too cold to walk around in bare feet so I wear these instead. In the warmer months I’ll wear them outside, when I’m wearing shoes. I’m definitely a bare foot kind of gal.
This photo also shows that I always have unfinished projects to do, like my craft room floor. The green stripe you see is the outline for a painted carpet that I haven’t been able to finish because the room is too full of the great stuff that I thrifted and stored over the winter. I’m like a backward chipmunk, squirelling stuff away for the warm weather.
I need spring to stop toying with me and finally arrive already!! (OK… whew… it felt good to get that off my chest.)
So, here I go! Jumping in! Me with my painted pants… holding my breath, and my sweet Lucky. Linking up to Amy’s party for the first time.