Last weekend, Carol wrote "I can see that my unpacking is going to be an ongoing, and probably to the reader, invariably tedious business so while it will be in the forefront of my mind, I don't want to bore everyone else by going on about it. Except to say that it will happen eventually and one day I'll be able to say "All done" and then I'll show you photos of my [potentially] wonderful workroom. Perhaps by then I'll be confident enough to call it my bindery."
It was about the time I was getting sick of updates regarding the acute lack of progress with my stash room, but she said it better. In my case, I still haven't been able to reconcile the amount of contents vs. the size of the room so it's an ambitious "[potentially]" for me. You know those tiny games with 16 or 25 tiles where you take one out and try to reconstruct a picture by moving them horizontally or vertically? Enough said.
It's hard, too, to combat a particularly cold winter, when my stash room doesn't reach the required 10C (paint manufacturer's recommendation) without excessive electrical heating, or more crucially, the sun doesn't come and this old lady can't see well what she's doing with one halogen work lamp. It's in the hands of the Universe.
Yesterday was warm and sunny and I got a good 3/4 of the day's work done, which is perhaps why I'm so chipper, but this morning, it's been misty and humid and gray again. Ben suggested I weave, and I'd almost forgotten what that was all about, but I think I will and see how the afternoon pants out.
I do love reading about (or, to be exact, looking at pictures of) other people's work space, so don't you stop on my account. I started looking regularly at Unclutter, which has some good ideas and some gimmicky ones. A few years ago someone pointed to me a blog dedicated to artists' studios, and I used to envy and drool over many, but I can't find it. Do you know the one?
Well, then. Onwards and down-stair-wards, I think. I have lovely weekend.