A few weeks ago, my mom told me about a nest that she discovered in one of her rose bushes. She thought I would like it, so we went snooping for it when we were over at her house for burgers on Memorial Day. It was a beautiful nest, filled with three turquoise eggs. Sadly, though, the mother was not to be found.
We decided to keep the nest there just in case she came back. She never did and, without her nurturing, the eggs never hatched.
Yesterday, my parents stopped by to pick up a desk to take to my cousin and she dropped off the nest for me.
“Since you’re packing your house and don’t have anything pretty to photograph, I thought you might want to take pictures of it and write a blog post about it.”
Oh, the life of a blogger. The scavenger hunt through each day to find content.
She was right. The nest was a perfect subject and here I am writing about it.
It’ll be a great subject to draw and paint as well.
…if ever in the world I finish packing!
That task has still been consuming most of my time these days, but the house is getting closer to being finished. I mean, look at all of that green tape! (Each piece is a visual cue that the cabinet is empty.)
And messy counters and fuzzy floors just happen when you move. They do. Even if your home has been in a magazine. Moving = mess & fuzz.
But there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
The studio is almost completely packed as well. I have been trying to go through everything before I pack it, but I must admit that I’m nearing the point where I either want to throw it in a box or take a match to it. I’m almost indifferent as to which option I choose. Since lighting household belongings on fire generally isn’t acceptable, I have been throwing things in a box, which I’m sure I’ll regret at the other end.
But I’m also sure I’ll appreciate that the stuff isn’t in a heap of ashes…