A perfect day in the life of Marta Spendowska
I don’t dream about swimming pools, yachts or my own jet. I don’t even dream about dresses, fancy perfumes or parties. But I dream about white, spacy studio space, apps, and new iPhone5. Maybe Solestruck shoes a bit. Or too much. Feel free to send me those for Christmas.
I dream the best right before I fall asleep. I can visualize everything I want. Very often I dream that I’m flying. They say it’s a good sign.
Gwen Bell, just recently, wrote about her daily routines. So I thought I’ll share mine, but — instead of telling you, how it really is — I’ll tell you how it will be. Once. My perfect day.
So, it’s a lie, but it’s quite beautiful. So — why not.
I wake up around 6am. It’s still dark ad quiet outside. I can hear my favorite chipmunk chirping. I go to see him and I feed him with sunflowers. I pet him, he isn’t afraid at all. I hope he won’t hibernate this winter.
I put my favorite calendula cream on my face and brew some coffee. Coffee, actually, is the best nutritious beverage that have ever existed. It tastes like this Tribute coffee from Starbucks last year — the best stuff ever.
I grab my Pantone 021C mug and I go to my office. It’s right across the street, white modern building. The bottom part is for design, business errands, the top strictly for painting. Big windows, white walls, orange and black accents. Schiele is hanging just above the bird cage. The bird cage is white and Lola, colorful parrot, is chanting :” Hi Marta Hiii Marta”.
I brought coffee pot with me. I sit down and for undisturbed 3 hours I work. It’s usually web work and fashion illustrations. I like to interwind them, so I’m never bored. Or wiped out.
At noon it’s time for a break. I take my car and drive for some Ashtanga yoga, to this colorful studio in downtown Seattle. I sweat, I stretch, I’m present, I check-in with myself. All good, no worries, no rush, no pimple.
After that I walk to this cozy coffee shop for some chai and vegan chocolate cake. Sonia is right there, waiting for me, so we can discuss the new venture. We’re preparing a workshop, but I won’t say a word about it yet. It involves Stefan Sagmeister and Jessica Hische.
Around 2pm I come back to the office and I work there until 4:30.
At 4:30, Annie is coming with fresh flowers and two new CDs. It’s new Bjork and Morphine. Yeah, Mark Sandman isn’t dead, it was just a hocus-pocus.
At 5pm I start painting, it’s more like exercising the paint, until 6pm. I’ll be back here a little bit after 8pm.
At 6pm I craft some delish nori rolls with macadamia nut cheese, celery, tomato, cucs and green onions. Hubby is bringing some friends over and my family is coming tomorrow for lunch. So I make few more for them.
We eat, have some wine, comment on this bad joke about Steve Job’s illness. Of course he’s alright.
At 8pm, while they’re still chatting, I go to my upper studio and paint until 9pm or longer. It’s for my upcoming show titled : “All women are welcomed”.
At 9pm I take my bath with salts and mud. I play some music or an e-book. I can hear scraps of the radio downstairs. Jeanette Winterson got a Nobel Prize this year.
Around 11:30 I close my eyes, say my Polish prayers and visualize another great day.
I didn’t have any sex*, because my Hubby is downstairs preparing some things for our trip to Portland tomorrow evening.
What’s your perfect day?
*in my perfect day, he’s upstairs massaging me first….
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