I was visiting with Dixie online the other day and said something about That Awful Room Where I Should Be Making Dolls. Well, I do make dolls there, but it's a miracle. Of all things I've gotten done to this house, this room is not one of them. I've put up shelves, and unpacked boxes (sort of) and gotten most things off the floor, but it's a nightmare. In a week, after my visit with family, I will begin the overhaul of this room so it will be more useful than a place to shove things and run.
In order to keep myself honest, I'm posting "Before" photos here, so you can call me on it if I can't produce "After" photos in a couple weeks (let's say by Veteran's Day...there, you have my commitment, with witnesses.) A few of you kind souls should consider it a mercy to call me on this. Please.
The Blogger photo zoom feature is broken right now, so you can still zoom photos by clicking on them, but then you have to hit the back button on your browser, old school.
The first photo is proof that I really can, oddly enough, get a little bit done. All those dolls lined up on the hearth? They need arms and legs.
The second is the Great Wall O'Fabric, which I must sort through or risk being found later, buried in an avalanche.
The third is just because I love monkeys, and had to put them somewhere. So, they stand guard over the egg-gourds, which will eventually become tiny art dolls.
And the last, and perhaps scariest, is the Wall O' Paint. This will eventually become two stations (the sewing cubby is to my right as I take this photo), one for painting and one for sculpting. I've done this long enough to know that I need things OUT where I can see them, or I forget I have them. And the paint is close enough in front of me that I actually do put the bottles back on their shelves, instead of setting them all around until the workspace is filled. Of course, the workspace is a hellish nightmare right now, but I swear--I'll get it clean!
Hope your weekend is fabulous dahlinks. I plan to ignore this room for the next week while my mother and father-in-law are here. After that, the transformation will begin. In the meantime, please don't send this to any psychiatric personnel as evidence that I need to be put away...it's hard to get anything done in a straight-jacket.