A few posts back I told you about my Beautiful Girl Art Workshop and before that I told you how I first made the decision to start these art classes...but if you've known me over the past couple of years, you might be a little bit baffled as to how I, a self professed, borderline agorphobe have become a hostess and teacher in my own home.
First, there's the obvious social aspect which only a year ago might have had me near-panic...but even more than that, there's the fact that I've had three art workshops and have two more sold out this month...and my art room isn't even finished yet.
This is NOT like me. I sort of struggle with worrying too much what people think, and I'm not a particularly gifted home decorator, so I double-worry... but when we decided to tackle this, I made the decision to announce the classes when my room still looked like this:
It was a family room for the previous owners, and we assumed that's what we'd use it for too...but then we kind of fell in love with our living room (and we like having everyone together) so when Adam suggested an art room...I got on board.
But there was NO way I was going to try and do anything inspiring in this sad, sad room.
I had a plan to get everything magazine ready before I ever allowed anyone to step one foot in this room. (Are you laughing at me?)
First, I removed the random piece of skinny wood in the middle of the wall (this is NOT a chair rail, people...) and then I embarked on yet another wallpaper removal adventure...but this wasn't just any wallpaper. It was spongepainted.
And it was from the devil.
Then I painted.
It became clear the day before my first class that everything was not going to get done. So the first two classes, the room looked like this:
Brighter and not so sad...but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted, you know, awesome.
I did what I could where I could...but it was far from awesome. It was more like "meh."
And yet, not one person seemed to mind.
So, before Saturday's Girl's Art Night Out, I knew I wanted to move on to Phase Two. The trim. And thankfully, Urban Farmgirl was open this weekend so I picked up two adorable banners (which I'd love to hang all over the room eventually...) and I hung them up.
And I thought "This wall is still so bare..." but it was better than it had been and I loved the white trim!
I attempted to spray paint the gold doorknobs. It did NOT work. At all. So, Saturday night my doors had no knobs.
No one seemed to notice. (Until I pointed it out.)
Oddly, even though the room isn't exactly where I want it and none of the chairs match...there were still a ton of smiles. Lots of creative juices flowing...and it made me wonder why I ever worry about things like this in the first place.
Who really cares if things are perfect (are they ever?)
Who minds if they're sitting in a black chair and the person next to them is in a silver one?
How many times have I let these kinds of worries keep me from doing something amazing?
I've learned that sometimes you just have to begin. You won't have everything figured out right away. I sure didn't know how to write a novel when I started, but I had to start. I had to dive in...I figured it out as I went (and then shoved that novel into a very dark drawer where it will never see the light of day...)
If I waited until this room was ready, I would've had zero classes so far and I would've missed out on the blessing of all these wonderful smiles. All this inspiring creativity.
Before everyone shows up for a class, I walk into this unfinished room and I pray. I ask God to be here, to bless the time in this space. I ask him to use this space and make it something fun and creative and inspiring and encouraging...
A place where maybe someone will reconnect with a forgotten dream or realize they are creative after all. (Because everyone is, you know.)
I'm so thankful that I'm finally learning to take some of the pressure off myself and to just begin.
Because a room doesn't have to be awesome for awesome things to happen in it.