My dear friend Jessielynn and I have decided that sometimes we would like to work together and pull inspiration from each other. I am very excited about the opportunity because Jessie is a constant source of inspiration for me and has been since Grade 2. Having always loved the idea of working with Jessie, this is particularly exciting for me.
Currently we are working on a name for our joint posts. At this point we do not have a set schedule of when and how frequently we will do them. It may be just whenever the mood strikes us, or when the East wind meets the West.
For a little preview of what our future joint collaborations will look like, I have put something together. Part I will be on one of our blogs followed by Part II on the other.
Please enjoy, and remember to read or view Part I first by following the link to get the full picture.
Part I
it’s shades of gray on Thoughts Punctuated
or go to
Link: http://thoughtspunctuated.blogspot.com/2010/02/teeny-tales-its-shades-of-gray.html
Part II
Currently we are working on a name for our joint posts. At this point we do not have a set schedule of when and how frequently we will do them. It may be just whenever the mood strikes us, or when the East wind meets the West.
For a little preview of what our future joint collaborations will look like, I have put something together. Part I will be on one of our blogs followed by Part II on the other.
Please enjoy, and remember to read or view Part I first by following the link to get the full picture.
Part I
it’s shades of gray on Thoughts Punctuated
or go to
Link: http://thoughtspunctuated.blogspot.com/2010/02/teeny-tales-its-shades-of-gray.html
Part II
it’s shades of gray continued...
As the days past and she went from room to room painting them shades of gray, a part of her missed the old black and white decor. It was like missing her childhood. The part that simply explained the unexplainable with magic, and that was good enough for the younger her.
Missing the time when the weight of the world didn’t fall on her shoulders. Because of course that’s what her parents were for.
In the living room, stopped on the ladder, roller in hand, whale gray paint dripping to the drop cloth covered floor; time stopped.
It was then she decided she would leave one room black and white.
After all, it symbolized her roots. A place if she got lost she could come back to.
But which room?
She knew there was only one answer. Her office.
The place where her creations came to life. Her special space where she felt cozy and enthused.
But just black and white didn’t seem to fit anymore. She had grown and wanted her room to reflect that.
So she decided to add touches of red.
Red to symbolize the passion that burned inside her.
Red to symbolize the blood that gave her life.
Red to symbolize her beating heart which kept her going, especially when times got tough.
Red to symbolize Love
But it was the black and white room that left her just enough space for the infinite colors of life to explode.
As the days past and she went from room to room painting them shades of gray, a part of her missed the old black and white decor. It was like missing her childhood. The part that simply explained the unexplainable with magic, and that was good enough for the younger her.
Missing the time when the weight of the world didn’t fall on her shoulders. Because of course that’s what her parents were for.
In the living room, stopped on the ladder, roller in hand, whale gray paint dripping to the drop cloth covered floor; time stopped.
It was then she decided she would leave one room black and white.
After all, it symbolized her roots. A place if she got lost she could come back to.
But which room?
She knew there was only one answer. Her office.
The place where her creations came to life. Her special space where she felt cozy and enthused.
But just black and white didn’t seem to fit anymore. She had grown and wanted her room to reflect that.
So she decided to add touches of red.
Red to symbolize the passion that burned inside her.
Red to symbolize the blood that gave her life.
Red to symbolize her beating heart which kept her going, especially when times got tough.
Red to symbolize Love
But it was the black and white room that left her just enough space for the infinite colors of life to explode.
