|Artwork copyright Trina Schart Hyman|
My whole house looks like this ~ full of critters and clutter! ~ but it's been a big long while since my studio has.... The poor room's been the repository for All Things Without A Place for ages, and although I'm used to a certain level of chaos, I'm afraid it's reached a point where it makes even me crazy. Now in order to find my drawing table I need a shovel, a GPS, and a flare gun.
I'd planned to begin the big overhaul this week since my schedule was free, but that's changed. And I was lamenting that fact today on my outdoor trek until it occurred to me that my schedule always changes, and if I waited until the time was right, the time would never be right. It sounds stupid, I know, but I had a big a-ha moment out there in the snow, just stopped dead in my tracks and shook my head.
I can't imagine how long it'll take to get the place up to snuff again with only microscopic changes wedged here and there into my schedule, but I suspect my progress will surprise me. No job ever takes as long as I think it will.