My husband looked over from the section of the newspaper he was reading one morning and said, “There’s an estate sale on Friday and Saturday at (place.) Take a look at the items when you get a chance.” The newspaper ad listed farm tools, primitive furniture, home furnishings, a loom, and a spinning wheel. Rain or shine, I knew exactly where I wanted to be and I could hardly wait!
I LOVE going to flea markets, auctions or estate sales. Each one of them has a special personality: One is like a treasure hunt, another is the thrill of the pricing game, and still another might be discovering a piece of history. I might get to talk to someone there who had specific knowledge of the item(s) that I want to buy. Maybe they had even used the item, which would be even better.
I’d like to think this old barn loom was waiting for me to come and claim it. It was leaning against the wall of the storage shed in which many other items were being sold. I took a quick look. Barn loom, circa mid-nineteenth century flashed through my head. Most of the pieces were attached.
“What can you tell me about this?” I asked the woman standing there.
“Well, all’s I know is I remember my grandmama using it when I was little, and it was old then,” she said.
I smiled and nodded. The loom came home with me.
As a child, my favorite creative space was in a cardboard box. I would select several books, art supplies, make a sandwich and grab a drink. (How long did I expect to be IN there? I now wonder. ) With a Baby Ben alarm clock and four of my grandmother’s umbrellas for a roof, I was ready to go. It didn’t matter if it was raining or not. If it was, I’d find a beach towel to put inside on the floor. The real world and all that was in it could go by–I was in my own special place, and the stories or drawings I’d make surrounded me with creative ideas and inspirations.
Now I have a Grown-Up Creative Space. With tin for my roof, the Barn/Studio is just large enough in which to work, yet small enough to maintain without too much effort. The alpaca in the pasture sometimes poke their head in the front door just to watch. They ARE curious. They “hum” in my direction. Did you know alpaca hum when they’re curious or happy? Maybe I do, too.
Do you have your own Creative Space?
Meet Cowboy, one of the eight alpacas who live out on our farm. He loves to eat carrots. (I prefer chocolate!)
And while Cowboy’s days are spent grazing in the pasture, mine are spent working with his soft fiber. I have a nice bag of his fleece out in the barn. When his fleece has been cleaned and carded, I’ll spin it into yarn to make hats, scarves and other alpaca gift items. Thanks, Cowboy!