My Grandmother’s funky purse from the 60s. It needs some repair.
I like my space messy and yet, having a few clean horizontal surfaces feels like big progress.
My son, Ellis helped me clean the studio today to earn the change from a $20 on our coffee run. I think he got a pretty awesome hourly rate.
I always find that when I am in the mood to clean and sort my studio and it brings me joy instead of dread that it’s good for me creatively. It means that I am making room for new possibilities. A little extra real estate. A clean surface with a sketch book and pencil on it just makes me swoon. I don’t know exactly what is coming next, but 5 bags of garbage and 2 bags of recycling out the door is a great way to start a new year.
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