I’d just finally gotten almost settled into my new studio when I got displaced again. The heating system failed and all new baseboard needs to be installed. (Arrgghhh.) Now, my almost sorted and completely put away and tidied up beautiful space looks like a drunk tornado has had its way with the place. My New Year’s Resolution No. 2 (attempt to see more than 6″ of cutting table surface at a time) is an epic fail. With everything pulled away from the walls, out of closests and stacked on one another, there is no place to stow anything away to. My grandparents’ dining room table, which serves as my desk, has lost its stately central role in my office and is wedged in a corner, very unceremoniously. My new printer/scanner/copier that was supposed to make everything easier for me, sits on the floor like a petulant four year old. We love our plumbers. Really, they are great guys. But now I’m the somewhat out of place girl in the studio, working at the piled cutting table, wearing her winter coat, trying to get orders completed and out the door. Big. Sigh.
Challenges beget creativity, right??