What am I, five years old? I'm like a kid with her new toys with this new polymer clay disease I've got. I set up the pasta machine, put down an old floor tile, and started working... right on top of what I'd been doing before Christmas!
As I finished a piece, I put it aside, but then, willy-nilly, put new stuff on top of those without looking first. I was possessed - keep working - don't look up, you might get distracted by all the pretty colors.
Until yesterday morning, when I walked into my studio and took a look at the mess that was my workstation.
I couldn't even get to my instruction/inspiration books.
So, I cleared out some drawers that were still a shrine to my fabric dyeing days, put my new toys in their assigned spaces,
and now I have room to work,
my newly made canes are safe in a box for now - no more mashed parts as something unwanted lands on them.
Next I need to learn to look where I lay my tools down as I'm working - fixing dents in the tops of beads is getting old...
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