There are two things in life with which I struggle: tidying (and cleaning) and admin. The last week has been full of them both.
|Furniture waiting to be made for Gillian Cooper Studio|
I desperately want to start making again now my exhibition is up, but before I am allowing myself to do that, I need to get my studio organised for teaching. In the abstract this is really exciting. In reality, it is a bit of a nightmare because I need to tidy, organise and do the admin. The teaching bit will be fun as is designing the classes, but removing all my stuff from the studio and working out what goes where – not really in my skill set! I did start last week with good intentions and I was making slow progress, but on Saturday, I was ordered by R to stop pfaffing about, take everything out and start from an empty shell adding in only what was required. This was a nice idea, but of course, where do we store everything in the meantime? So we got as far as removing everything that was on the floor. The playroom now has an extra table, the hall the embroidery thread unit, the kitchen the comfy chair and the spare bedroom and its en-suite bathroom are full of sewing machines, boxes of fabric and dyeing stuff. What R has forgotten is last time he suggested this approach was when we had the studio built four years ago and I’m still emptying my stuff out of the old room I used as a studio. This has become urgent as it is being turned into a kids bedroom (why does everything happen at once?!), so goodness knows when I will see any of these rooms again!
|One of the less flattering photos ever of me!|
At least it has meant that I got the floor in the studio repainted on Sunday. I was fired up to get all the new furniture in, but I can’t for at least 72 hours. So come tomorrow evening, hopefully the studio will look like a new teaching one, even if all the tidying and sorting needs to continue. Any good tidying tips anyone? Please do not suggest not buying in the first place or binning everything. I know that and it is not pretty to watch a grown woman cry!
|Just to prove I did the floor myself|