We had a good weekend, played some, did most of the editing on our new The Impatient Crafter^TM secret guest star video, got some work done, cleaned my studio and unpacked boxes from manufacturers and my recent show demos. I wish I had a studio like Heather Bailey or Sally Jean Alexander, but alas and alack I do not. In my mind it is filled with deliciously distressed antique apothecary cabinets and funky armoires made from old barn wood, a huge old neon sign and some cool vintage sheet music and magazine images framed in funky old wood frames. In my mind I can find everything in a hot second and I'm dressed like Audrey Hepburn with perfect hair, a tiara and thick cat's eye liner and I'm dancing around in stiletto pumps and a wasp waisted floral chiffon dress while making absolutely fabulous creations.

This is in my mind.

In reality it's mostly cheap furniture from Ikea and Office Depot and I'm in rubber flip flops from Old Navy and a Tab t-shirt. There are boxes of crap that need organizing shoved under table tops and plain pine shelves bursting with disorganized findings in large plastic bags. My books have exceeded my book shelves and some are piled on top of others in a hap hazard manner. I have a strange array of vintage and natural trinkets and treasures in the windowsill in front of me and along the little raised shelves at the back of my long desks. Old necklaces and bead strands hang off of the tops of shelves along with aprons and purses. In short, though it's not a disaster zone, it's also not a candidate for a page in Martha Stewart Living or The Incredible Studios of the Design Stars.

Have I mentioned that cleaning is not my thing?

I buckled down and got the floors and the desk cleared off and it feels infinitely better in here. If it gets too cluttered I can't think anymore good thoughts. It's funny how much our environment can affect us. I think if you work or live in a chaotic environment it tends to spill over into what you're doing. I've become a huge fan of less is more, except in my shoe closet, but I digress. I'm blessed to have a studio in which to make my art and I don't forget that for a moment.

Life is good.

Until tomorrow, straight from my funky studio in the little olde school house...rock on with your bad selves.

xoxo
Madge