I spent part of last week nesting and nestling in our house. After I photographed vintage for the shop I took a few photos of the recent finished section of our living room. For the longest time this long wall in our living room/dining room was blank and now it just does my soul a bit of good to see art on it.
Wednesday I shot over 600 product photos for the shop in 2.5 hours and I swear I have never photographed a rack of vintage clothing so fast in my life! I don’t even know how I did it, just that I did and I actually had FUN.
I think since we opened up our shop, Orn Hansen, in Portland, I’ve felt so pulled in too many directions. Last week was the first week where I wasn’t working EVERY SINGLE day trying to balance Shop A and Shop B and life.
I’ll be honest, it’s been awhile since doing the whole vintage selling thing has given me joy, the kind of “it’s Christmas morning, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow morning (to work)” joy. Perhaps it’s because it’s so cyclical now and it’s the same old, same old. Nothing is new. It’s just point A, to point B, to point C.
Lately though, since a recent shift with my Mister’s career path, I’ve been able to get back into my vintage groove again. Slowly. I’ve fallen off my system wagon and I’m a bit rusty. Things are taking longer than usual for me to process and my ever so impatient self just can’t help but roll her eyes at the slowness of being.
But it’s coming back. That magical inkling feeling… even having the TIME to snap these photos around the living room did me a whole lotta good.