Hi you! I’m Karen Moody
….. author of Into My Window. Welcome!
As founder of #adeliberatecreative, I aim to encourage our life journeys
to those of deliberate creativity and mindful, intentional living.
Here I am one splendid Sunday this past October.
Bruce… he’s my husband… stopped the car at a little turn around park along the Muskingum, a river in Ohio.
So I said you go stand next to that tree (and I waved my phone in a general direction) so I can take your picture. Then he did and I did. Afterwards he walked towards me waving his hand in the general direction of me and my phone and said, now you stand next to that tree and I’ll take your picture. Done and done.
When I say that I am an adventure seeker of the safest, most local kind, that quite typical afternoon travel experience just goes to show how solid a statement it is.
I cannot tell you how often I dream about going off on the big seek without actually going off to do much of anything. I don’t even like to drive on the expressway. It frustrates me to no end. Rather than let all that frustration be for naught, I’m working on it. Creatively.
Columbus, Ohio is where I call home.
I’ve never left the continent of North America. Why not? Oh, who knows. I’d love to jump the pond one of these days.
My home and family are my life-lines. Add to that natural light and plenty of it.
Matching sets of things aren’t my priority except for shoes and earrings. And dishes and glassware. And my Nancy Drew books.
Fooling only myself, I like to think that I am less traditional than I really am. For some reason I want you to believe the same.
I’ve always had a busy creative mind. Cause and effect, how things work and finding new direction and a different experience.
Once I switched my mother’s dining room with her living room while she was at work. She was less than pleased about it. I can hardly look at any residential space without considering a few “what ifs”.
create a life of deliberate, mindful intention….
Having married into a family of very accomplished artists, considering myself an artist felt like a mountain too big to climb. I did myself a disservice by giving that train of thought as much power as I did. Creativity ran happily through most everything from cooking to sewing to decorating but the artist moniker didn’t take hold until (whispers my fifties).
Do you ever do that? Give too much power to an idea or opinion that doesn’t build up or encourage?
Stumbling now and then it took a while to accept artist as a self-descriptor. I now confidently consider myself an artist. My artistic expressions are uniquely me just as yours are for you. Let’s enjoy what we do for the sake of enjoyment!
Experimenting and mostly self-taught, I participate in workshops and classes both locally and online as a printmaker, painter, and enamelist. I do one largish mosaic each summer (because I make a mess and have to do it outside). The variety keeps the creative juices flowing as I explore each medium separately and together.
The Lover of All Things Home
Most days you can find me in or about our home that I love.
It’s our fourth home…. the downsize “just for the grown-ups living smaller getting ready to retire” house that will hopefully allow us to age in place. Single story, less land, lower operating costs. Our today home, currently a mid-century ranch we are renovating, has a modern and eclectic vibe in decor and design.
Bruce and I agree that at this stage of life our own art will fill the walls. We rotate pieces around and out and we make more as we desire. I even have art hanging on the exterior walls.
Not only do I love home design but I just simply love all things home…. inside, outside and in the kitchen. Over the course of years and several homes I’ve painted, sewn, recovered, repurposed, and curated new and old in a variety of styles.
meet Bruce, but first, back when schools still served milkshakes….
That new 9th grade boy stood in the milkshake line. Longish funky hair cut and weird bell bottoms. Hmmm weird but cute. The new boy.
I soon went back to my day-dreamy thoughts of Davy Jones and the Monkeys and note writing to my bestie who I hadn’t seen for 45 minutes.
Three years later my brother opened the front door to that not-so-new-anymore boy who was my brother’s friend from French class. “Hey Bruce, what are you doin’ here?”
“I’m taking Karen on a date”.
That cute boy grew into a nice man. Because time changes some things but not all, he still drinks milkshakes.
We have been married more than 40 years!!
Here we are back in New Orleans celebrating our 40th in our honeymoon city.
We are a 6-count family now not counting granddogs. And suddenly, it seems, I’m on the other side of 60. Maybe you are too.
Thanks for reading through this “all about me” (which I’m told that people like to read)….(because we are so curious about peeking into someone else’s life)…. (thus the blog name “Into My Window”)….(oiiiii). You can contact me here on the contact page or send me an email to email@example.com if you prefer. I’d love to hear from you xx