Big mistake. I did leave out paints and paperclay, a little lace and some sewing thread. But I put away all the fabric. Box after box of fabric. Yeah, someday I'll enroll in a program for fabri-holics, but for now, let's say I wasn't really thinking things through. It's easy to stand in the midst of chaos, knee-deep in boxes and packing tape, and think "Oh, I won't really need this stuff until, what, next June? July?"
Aside from the fact that I have several requests for dolls to sew, stuff, sculpt, paint, and dress...there is the move itself. I'd forgotten what Nesting in the New Place does to my creative mind. It's NOT a matter of hauling furniture from one place to another, and plugging in the toaster. When we move, I always have an Art Attack. Sometimes several. Here are some examples from over the years:
|Painted child's rocker...it has bugs all over it.|
|A box with a Celtic Green Man...my Mother In Law keeps cloth napkins in it now.|
|My daughter's room, the year she wanted clouds. And vines. And butterflies.|
|The entryway of our house up in North TX. Note the painted footlocker, lower right. Ancient and rickety, but colorful! I painted the urn and grapes while the hubby was on an errand for building supplies. He didn't make me paint over it.|
|I often pull down closet doors and install curtains. This was my son's room; textured and painted to look like a dungeon. Not my fault...it's what he wanted!|
|A purple hall closet curtain, and the entertainment center my hubby & I built together. I had a blast carving the knotwork down the front.|
|Lady Sydney, on our bed. She loved towels warm out of the dryer. Phil made the headboard and I painted it. The Cat in the Hat was a gift, and I made the sock monkey (who is in storage and whom I miss a lot)!|
Sooooo, we've found a house, and have it under contract. Supposed to close toward the end of April. Before we found it, I stayed busy enough, what with the yard work and the house work, but with a new house on my mind, dreaming has turned into a tortured sort of planning, and I MUST PAINT SOMETHING NOW OR I WILL DIE!!!
I must analyze the new-house spaces for best use, repurpose (repaint?) dressers, chairs, tables, etc. for their new rooms and new uses. Sew new curtains and maybe crochet funky tie-backs with beads and buttons and whatever. And that doesn't even count the possibilities of a brand new yard! Oh the bird houses and wind chimes and silly garden whiz-gigs that need making! But the studio is packed! The furniture has to stay as it is while we sell this house!
Oh my. I need a creative outlet, or I really might explode. What a mess that would make...and here I am trying to keep this place tidy.
You might ask, "But I thought you stored the fabric?"
Well...what're a few more yards in the grand scheme of things? The rest of it can wait til I can get to it...and it won't go to waste, I promise.