I'm So Excited....

I'm 62, people. What gets me excited these days is spending the entire day getting my studio organized. When we moved into this house a year and a half ago I just sort of unpacked the cardboard boxes in my studio and put stuff . . . where ever. Cuz I was sick to death of looking at cardboard boxes in general (they still make me nervous). I did manage to get my fabric and beads more or less organized since that stuff is all on open shelves and more or less follows the organization of the studio in our old house. But everything else? Including books? Fagetaboutit.

But now?! Ah! MUCH better! Still not finished, but I made major progress today, especially in regards to all things basic equipment, polymer clay, paint/dye, and paper. Threw out a bunch of stuff. Recycled another bunch of stuff. Passed on some plastic containers to someone else since I now have drawers. The end is in sight. All my paper scissors are together. All my paints are together. All my paper is sorted and organized and together. And so on and so forth. As you might expect, I found a lot of stuff I'd been looking for, and even more stuff that I didn't know I had. It was like shopping. It was like Christmas.

I also hung the wonderful Cindy Dubber "believe/love" collage that I "won" from her recently. Cindy thinks I won it. I think that her creative spirit worked through the universe to send me a message.

Speaking of which, today's Devotional project was introspective. I considered the specific, unique DNA that sparks my creativity. Oddly enough, I pretty much know what this is. Let's put it this way: Gee's Bend quilts. Those images sum up my own strand of creative DNA about as well as anything I can think of. It's funny, because I don't live in a mid-century modern type of environment, although as I think of it, this house probably does reflect my creative individuality as well as anything.

Otherwise, Rhonda and Laurie cleaned today. God bless them. I'm so grateful for them and the wonderful way they care for our house. Then Randy and I went out for pizza. And football. On TV, I mean.