Ma wants to get me a rug, a stool, and other additional furniture to put in my room. Most that have seen what my room looks like (on an early blog post or in person) would agree I don't need anything other than what I already have: a desk to perform various tasks (from pointless to greatly meaningful in my perspective), a nightstand, bureau, bed, a book tower, and I recently moved the art easel to the basement, for it was becoming an unnecessary nonsensical piece no longer symbolic of what I'm most proud of that is my creative mindset. The beauty of getting rid of the old to either make room for the new or to simply just eliminate what is not necessary perhaps only in the way, literally or figuratively, is my idea of minimalism. I'm sure if you're a fashion junkie like me you've seen looks inspired by minimalism and the idea that less [accessories, patterns, colors, etc.] is more. My style adheres to this idea quite often, though it may not always seem so, based on some of my get-ups (teehee). Hey!, not only am I a trail mix junkie, but an accessories freak as well!
Creativity spreads from one person to the next 24 hours, I believe, and can be inherited from relatives. My godmother (padrina) told me of a old Sicilian belief that each child inherits 7 roots from his or her godparent. From both she and my godfather (padrino), I inherited creativity, and an artistic point of view I apply to everything I do. I also believe everyone is capable of creativity, which is beautiful.
Yesterday the family and I took a ride to Manasquan beach here in Jersey. I took along my black pale Ma got me at the Dollar Tree (best store in town as far as I'm concerned), and loaded it up with shells to add to the collection I got at home. Each shell, broken or all in one piece is unique in its own way, which is why I've been collecting them since I was a little. Recognizing this is comforting for a girl like me I guess. So today I'm rinsing the sand off to prepare them for an additional project I am yet to reveal.
