My online brocante started because my armoires, cupboards and shoe boxes were stuffed. My passionate pleasure could not continue because I did not have room for it. The need to de-clutter was absolutely unavoidable.
An overstuffed house was a big part of the truth but not the complete truth. The second part of the truth was/is that I love going to the brocante. Creating a business out of my passion seemed natural also considering that my nest was emptying. I wanted a passionate project to compliment my time.
At first I worked out of my bedroom. Have you ever worked out of your bedroom? Not so fun. I was becoming the sandman digging through old things around the clock. I would rather have my bedroom be a place for dreaming… instead of finding rosaries, books, wine bottle openers, upholstery tacks, bits and pieces of brocante stuff on the bed, under the bed, in the bed, resting on my head…not so fun.
When Chelsea left for school she thoughtfully offered her room for me to use. Though a few years later she had an internship to do and moved back home. Hence, I was happy she was moving back home, and booted myself from her bedroom, moving my stuff here, there, everywhere… eventually setting up my shop in the dining room.
But that lead to craziness. Made musical chairs look like a slow motion game. Constantly I was moving things from one chair to another, off the table, on the table, under the table, on the buffet, in the cupboards again… dining around boxes that aren't chocolate… not so fun.
Nevertheless the Brocante Bug kept on biting.
Later Sacha left for school. He offered me his room. I swallowed that offer whole and delightfully moved in.
Then I broke my wrist.
Packing boxes was literally impossible. My mother in law came to help. I think the bug bite her. She doesn't want to go home…she is having too much (!) fun packing packages… I tell you the Brocante Bug loves to bite.
Basically, what I am saying is that for a neat freak that I am, my "work space", nor my passion, is far from tidy.
It is a ongoing happy hurricane of activity.
Isn't it amazing when we can focus on what we want, and seeing it guiding us through the obstacles.
Now you know why I take photos of details and not the whole picture… decluttering the photo allows me to see the sweet and not the sour.
Constant brocante stuff coming in and going out. Never enough time to organize it, or I should say not enough room to organize it. I am happy that it moves! Those of you who have the Brocante Bug too, allow me to keep my creative passionate mess of happiness going.
Where does your creative passionate happiness lead you?
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