I feel a little bit like my grandson…like I have stepped into something messy, dirty, smelly, uncomfortable, surprising but also….sort of interesting, intriguing and exciting! Perhaps I should back up a bit and explain…

Not so very long ago, my daily routine was designing spaces to inspire others with ideas for their home, garden, work or school area. But after the last two years where I spent more time in Physical Therapy than my workroom where I created upholstered or painted treasures, I knew it was time to change things entirely before I was a bit like this skelaton…holding on to the STOP sign where I was obviously becoming broken and yet not wanting to stop at all for fear I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

I brought home the last of my treasures from the shop where my business had been housed for the last 6 years and I seriously began to search for what would be next. I realized that I may have this sometimes unrealistic desire to decorate and create. After I spent the early Spring digging up plants from our already planted beds and moving them to other locations in our yard, my husband very lovingly told me that I could not make the flower beds like my shop where I moved things around on nearly a daily basis. Although I laughed, I knew he was correct. WHERE would I land as an outlet for my creative nature?

Months passed and I realized that I needed to close my blog site (BurlapandLace) because I had also closed my business and this chapter of my life. But I love writing so I wondered if perhaps I could create a new site where I could still share my heart and love for creating things of beauty. And here we are…the uncommon gardener has arrived!

Why uncommon? Because it doesn’t suit my personality to be common!

And why gardener? Anyone who knows me well understands that I do not have a green thumb. Even desert plants die on my watch! But I have begun to realize that there is more to be cultivated, cared for and tended than just my yard and garden. I hope you will come along with me on this new chapter of my story. Gleen what you will, tramp out what doesn’t work for you, but whatever you do, enjoy this journey with me.

~Blessings,

Connie