Felix came tonight and finished the second book case. It's still drying on the terrace. Tomorrow I can move it into place. My mind feels boggled tonight. Decisions, decisions. What do I use the most. What do I want to be within arms reach. Should I put this in the same drawer as this. Where's the best place for the paper. What about the scraps. Why is there no more room for these boxes. Shall I stack them in the hall. Will I try to keep my table completely clear and only bring things when I am working. But what about those little things I use and need every single day. My machine should stay out ... I never know when I will get the urge to put the pedal to the metal. I'd like my alter up here instead of downstairs. But where. How am I going to deal with the winter sun directly on my back. hmmm, hadn't considered that. If I worked so hard, why is there still so much debris. So many questions.
Only one photograph is publishable. The rest still looks more or less the same as yesterday, although I can see the actual fireplace. Speaking of which, where am I going to hang my nichos. Do I want a mirror above the little table in the corner. Where will my paintings hang. .... and so it goes. My little head is awhir. I need a drill for pilot holes if I'm going to hang many things. Too difficult other wise. OK, OK, I'm shutting up now.
|Why on earth do you want that candelabra on your work table, Donna? "Because you know I simply adore candles. Now, don't be silly." :o)|
Do hope you all had a delicious (no pun intended) Halloween. AND ... very important ... Thank you for dropping by and having a peek. Your comments are so wonderful. xxoo Donna
Without the studio, however humble, the room where the imagination can enter cannot exist. ~Anna Hansen