My younger sister is probably coming for a visit in a couple of weeks and I've asked her to help me get my sewing/art studio organized. She's a way more organized person than I am, so I'm hopeful that she can make some sort of sense out of all my bins and drawers and piles of stuff. Too ashamed, however, to let her see the total extent of my slobbiness, I spent some time today going through a couple of cartons of art supplies that I hadn't yet unpacked from when we moved 3 years ago. I've just been scrounging through them whenever I needed something, my usual approach to life. A few months ago I even bought a lovely storage cart on wheels with 10 colorful drawers—drawers which have stared longingly at me since then, waiting for my bountiful art supplies to be sorted and stored in them. Today I finally got around to it! Two cartons of paints, pencils, pens, paper ("utilitarian" and "decorative," as I labeled their separate drawers), and other sundry arts-&-crafty items are now settled in their colored homes, complete with electronic label-maker labels (as mentioned above).
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And lo and behold, what did I find lolling about the bottom of the second carton but a sketch I did a decade ago that is still one of my favorites and had gone missing for some time. Well, it was actually in the bottom of that carton for the past 3 years. But I was missing it, due to my incurable slobbiness. I tell myself it's the sign of a true creative mind, the piles of pending projects and "I might be able to use that some time" odd bits (I actually labeled one of my colored drawers "Odd Bits") heaped about in creative abandon. But probably I'm just a slob. And clearly it does pay to clean up once in a while.
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That sounds like the perfect sort of afternoon. I hope there were snacks involved. Or maybe really good coffee. Miss you!
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