Wish I’d done it sooner

Today I girded my loins and ventured into that space that is laughingly designated “workroom” or “craftroom.” It has long needed a thorough tidying session and now that I have a new large workbench to put in there, it really has to be done with gusto. I need to throw out much of the stuff that I was deliberately hoarding, in order to make space for the new furniture.

So far I have:

  • CREATED:  a little more space in which to insinuate my bulk into the room rather than stand helplessly in the doorway and wonder where to plant my feet with safety.
  • FOUND: the long lost missing pin from my traditional Lazy Kate
  • FOUND: several missing items from a “Red” RAK parcel that came in during February
  • FOUND: the missing 28-80mm camera lens
  • REMINDED MYSELF: that I really do not need to buy any more yarn during my remaining lifespan.
  • SNEEZED: a lot
  • REDISCOVERED: the carpet behind the door
  • FOUND: the patch where a cat found relief when accidentally locked in
  • FOUND: rather (a lot) more spiders than my equilibrium can handle

Anybody need any used blue bags? How can I have purchased so much stuff in three years?

We shall be needing some low wind speeds at the weekend-  a large bonfire is indicated.

When I get to the stage of recreating a work space, I think I should do it in the mind set of a fibre artist – it is so rarely that I do anything with paper, paint, or ink these days that it seems foolish to lay out my space as though I do. It’s going to mean a lot of reworking.

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It’s coming…

It’s coming…

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Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…

One Comment

  1. SpinningGill
    October 9, 2009

    I’ve just thought of a use for all those blue bags – but I bet I’m way behind you! 🙂

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