my house is a disaster. my studio is a disaster. every single place i look in this house - a disaster. husband and i have been so busy being busy that i haven't cleaned or Cleaned in a looong week. it's not that we're dirty folk, but stuff piles up...on the table...on the floor by the table...by the couch...everywhere. so tomorrow is going to be an air conditioning and cleaning day. and a purging day. i just have too much stuff STILL in my studio. but like the people on the Hoarders show, i try to imagine getting rid of some of my rusty metal, and i feel pain. some of my paper stash? ouch. i look at a wall of stainless steel industrial MetroShelving crammed to the limits with stuff, and can't imagine what i'd do without. so maybe i'll scrub tubs and vacuum instead. just don't come visit for a bit, okay? and i'm weird enough about my studio. i'm not a real "open studio" kinda person. this room feels sacred to me, and i know that sounds all flighty and oogly googly, but it's the only space that's Mine, and i am uncomfortable sharing it. except with diva & bulimia cat, of course. time is really starting to fly toward the november fundraiser, and husband now wants to throw a week trip to Wisconsin in there somewhere. wisconsin. he has relatives there. which would be lovely. if i didn't have a fundraiser to pull together without white canvas high tops (as yet) and plus, another week away in early October. i have to stop thinking about it right now.
it is promising to be cool tonight, so it'll be wonderful to open the sliders and get some real air inside. i love sleeping with the windows open on a cool night.
i went to yoga this morning at early o'clock. i have to get past the fact that not every instructor is my Clare, whom i love love love. she spoiled me, that's for sure.
okay - time for dishes. just wanted to check in quick. i promise an actual meaningful post coming up!