I'm Flying Through the Studio 'Cuz I Can't Find the Floor!

"Holy Overstuffed Workroom, Batman!" My studio, my haven of creativity, was the recipient of all the boxes full of show stuff and anything I didn't feel like putting away recently. Now the show is over and a glance through the studio door was enough to make me shudder.

I enlisted the help of some studio elves to unpacked the boxes, repack them with stuff to go up in the attic, and shovel out the mess.

It feels great to have it neat again. But now it's time for year-end inventory for taxes. NOOOOooo! I HATE doing inventory with a fiery passion... counting all those little beads and double checking my Excel spreadsheet. It brings back memories of my high school summer job at the Princeton U-Store's Music Department (back when they HAD a music department, that is). Every July, counting all those little 5 cent plastic guitar picks and individual sheets of music. Uhhhggg. But, that's the price you pay for being self-employed - I did it to myself.

So, I will suck it up, count the beads, and while they are out, I'll put them together into project packs. Maybe that'll give me a leg up on work for next year. Then, I'll join Pooch on the sofa for a much-deserved nap.

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After I wrote this post, I found that Kathryn Antyr, at Collage Diva, had given me this charming award:

This award states that: "This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY- nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends, they are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these artists."

I'm going to take a few days to think on it before passing it on. Thanks, Kathryn!