Permission to Be Extraordinary
Last week I posted pics of clever office spaces I’d found online. Today I’m adding a few snapshots of my own creative stomping grounds (above).
A List of It’s Contents (in no specific order):
- Half a million random images. Taped on the wall. Strung across an inspiration board. Stacked in an antique dish.
- Object of said pics? Fantastical storefront window displays, fashion sketches, broadway musical sets, a tribute to blowing bubbles. A shadowy angel sculpture, architectural drawings, a man and a woman kissing in a classic car, one distinctively fierce gargoyle. I could go on…
- A miniature mannequin form in a floorlength, red cocktail dress.
- A glazed canoe full of classic novels. (Clearly it’s going somewhere important.)
- An ice cream cone cup (what else would you keep your scissors and pens in?)
- And yes that IS a handblown vase of peacock feathers.
- One metallic (turquoise) north star.
- An antique-y wall cutout engraved with the word “dream” and a large white bone key (to my destiny? to my inspiration? to my secret stash of Peanut Butter cups?) that lies in front of it on the shelf.
- A miniature old fashioned suitcase and two faux antique books. (They bring out the C.S. Lewis in me.)
- A small white ceramic bird with a Victorian-era cage
- A makeshift collage of random projects I’ve championed. Flyers and photos and ticket stubs…
- One colorful mind map–a journal page spontaneously brought to life on a boring day when the only thing that made sense to do was to COLOR.
It is all, I realize, a little on the quirky side.
Debatedly eccentric.
Childish and soulful.
And it’s entirely okay if you’re amused out of your mind about it’s contents.
But if you’re smart, you’ll doctor up a place that fits your unique self too. Because we all deserve a space that gives us daily permission to be extraordinary.
