A Needed Makeover
|A Salvaged Spot for Wine and Cheese|
If being stuck wasn't bad enough, being stuck in the same old, same old was even worse. I felt as if I were wearing a path from work back home, and much the same in my daily life. I've been working on a book, but I haven't been writing, which is never a good thing.
I needed a blank slate upon which I could draw a new path.
So, I started with the concrete, packing away my wardrobe, saturated with color, and opting, instead, for a completely black palate. Challenging, but after weeks of feeling stymied by the lack of color, I quickly learned how to be creative with jewelry and other adornments.
Next, came the hair. I'd once gone gray, but after Mr. B's mother passed away and I shocked his Southern clan with my silvery locks, I decided to revisit the salon for color. Initially, I fell in love with my dark pixie cut, but soon the upkeep wore me down. I knew there was no going back to gray, not because I was worried about shocking any kin, but in the interim, my hair had tuned white.
I contemplated platinum, but it just doesn't fit my personality, so with a little nudge from my colorist, I held my breath and decided to go lavender, which surprisingly, turned out to be super flattering.
Finally, there was only one thing holding me back--my nearly 100 year old kitchen needed a makeover, too. I had no clue how I was going to give my kitchen new life, but sometimes the best decisions are pure accident. While removing the knobs from this old dresser that serves as added space, a strip of paint peeled away, exposing layers of old paint. My gut and razor took over and within a few hours, her beauty was revealed. I topped her with a massively heavy and thick piece of butcher block salvaged years before, put my cheese box in place, along with my knives, and stood back in admiration.
I enjoyed a well-deserved glass of my favorite wine and mulled over the metaphor. Life is a process of stripping away and rebuilding. And that, is something I can write about.