What Contains Me

When my bathroom was renovated earlier this year, I spent nearly a month shopping for all its components – flooring and paint, shower doors and and fixtures, vanity, baseboards . . . the list seemed endless for a room that’s only 5′ x 5′. And after all the hard work (and money), the element I take the greatest joy in is this tiny ceramic pitcher, purchased at a Peddler’s Mall to hold my toothbrush and paste.

I love finding creative ways to contain everyday objects.

A bookcase in my living room is dedicated to keeping craft supplies close at hand in everything from vintage cigar boxes to a briefcase that belonged to my great-great uncle. On the dresser in my bedroom is a piece of Noritake glassware (a remnant from another great uncle), holding the earrings I wear most frequently, while my other earrings adorn an upcycled cheese grater and the rest of my jewelry lives in a three-tiered tin dessert tray.

How many people look at everyday objects like this, I wonder? And how many people look at me and see my potential? I like to think I am an interesting container, too, not always holding what people expect me to. I was built for more so much more than one thing and contain all kinds of treasure for those willing to look inside.

2 thoughts on “What Contains Me

  1. Your inventiveness and creativity know no bounds, and the same is true for your artistic eye. You are so open to possibilities and options, and you continually open my world wider and deeper, in so many ways. You are certainly an “interesting container,” Leah, and so much more–and the “treasure inside” is ALL of you.

    1. Thank you, SarahLee! I believe I’ve finally embraced my non-parish calling as a possibilitarian. And like 99% of artists, I do something else to pay the bills, but this work is what truly feeds me (and I’m grateful when it feeds others, too).

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