Jody Noelle Coughlin Art Blog
I__™ve heard there was something to having a little luxury in your life to boost your inspiration. I__™ve read about this theory but I__™ve never really tested it before. This past Valentine__™s Day though, I decided to give the notion a little test drive. My husband bought me a nice bouquet of yellow sweetheart roses and, like most women, I adore flowers so I was (of course) very happy to receive this little gift.
Usually, when my husband gives me flowers, I keep them on my dresser in my bedroom. Doing so meant that I only enjoyed them here and there throughout the day. Most of the time, though, they went largely unnoticed. I don__™t know why I did this. I am guessing it is because I saw it in a magazine or something years ago and never really questioned the idea... I just followed suit. Not this time though. I kept these little gems on the kitchen table amid homework, toys, supper dishes, paints and every other item a household seems to collect in the run of the day. I had to move them around about a thousand times from counter to table from table to counter, but I kept them in my site at all times during the day. Consciously I did this. After a while, these flowers, it seemed, became a real part of my day. I loved to see them sitting there, unassuming and seemingly serving no other purpose other than to bring a smile to my face and my heart. And they did. Over and over again.
I found as the week went on-while I prepared for an upcoming art show-these flowers stood like sentinels, urging me be loosey-goosey and free. I really think I heard them whispering to me once or twice to just take it easy... Well, maybe not. That'd be crazy, right? But still, I began to understand the importance of having a little luxury in my life.
Now, luxury doesn__™t have to cost a fortune. These roses were about ten bucks (yes, I asked) and that__™s not exactly a budget breaker, now is it? They__™ve lasted for about two weeks. If you break it down, that__™s about five dollars a week or, for all you penny pinchers, about seventy-one cents a day. Not bad at all, I say.
Well, my roses are just about on their last ___stem___ now. They are looking a little ragged and droopy, but even now, in their wilted state, I see beauty within their delicate petals. I decided I wanted to keep them in my memory and in my life indefinitely so I sat down and painted them. What more could an artist ask for out of a gift from a loved one? It seems like these little blossoms just gave and gave and gave during their time in my life. What a wonderful little miracle.
I woke up this morning with a cold and I was more than a little cranky. Again, flowers (and my husband) came to my rescue. After seeing how much of a kick I was getting from the roses, he stepped out for a bit and brought me home some fresh fruit, orange juice and-best of all- a bouquet of Gerber daisies. What a way to brighten my mood!
These particular flowers shine so brightly it__™s hard to believe there isn__™t some kind of inner electrical mechanism causing them to gleam the way they do. But no, these babies are all natural all the way and so is the joy they bring.
There is truth to the theory for sure. Add a little luxury to your life. It__™s a powerful thing. It makes all the difference between a bleak and dull day and a day full of promise.