The houses on this subdivision are built with an "art niche" - a lighted wall inset, skinny and tall probably fitting of a delicate vase or precious wall memento.
I was stumped...I looked at the spot day after day and despite numerous shopping trips to home and antique stores I could not find anything art-ful enough. How does one decide that-which-should-reside-in-the-art-niche? And especially something that can properly represent the rambunctious, ever moving, minimalistic young family that we are?
Last night, my son, G, said the most inspiring thing: "Why don't you make something, Mama?"I scoffed at the notion. I am a crafter, not an artist. Or am I? Or is it just semantics, or how I highly regard (or underestimate) my love to work with my hands, or how much I place myself in my work? In the end, do titles and words even matter, when in a crafter's life, it is the product that tell the story.
So inspiring my son was, that I grabbed up all of the brown fabrics I had on hand and decided to fill the niche myself. By golly, I do make the beds in this home, and I cook in this kitchen every night. I raise the children running through it and have hung the curtains and pictures on its walls.
I've been looking for a reason to use a stacked coin pattern, and felt it was perfect for the length of the niche. I stippled very lightly, and of course hand bound. It took me 5 hours from start to finish - all truly interrupted. (re-tucking R back to bed, getting a snack for myself, watching House Hunters periodically, and of course, grabbing the hammer from the garage to hang it.)
Art niche - done.