Organization

Well, here's my art table in its new location. I spent yesterday working to reorganize my space. I'm working towards bringing all my endeavors into the same room. So, the large living room of this house has become "my" room with everything but my sewing machines. Hopefully, those will be in place by the end of this week, although that's really been an unrealized goal for a while already. Anyhow, I got another corner of the room cleared out and organized although to look at my art table, you wouldn't believe me. Now, I just have the huge gray metal storage cabinet, vintage office furniture from the 1970s, I'll wager, and the closet in the room. Since I moved into this house 17 years ago, this living room closet has been my hobby closet but now that I've converted this room into my bedroom/everything room, I need that closet space for clothing. So, that closet is on the list for cleaning out.

But I take great pride in the fact that I'm slowly, inch by inch, clearing out clutter. You see, throughout my adult life, I never lived in a house longer than six years at a time before moving on.  The good thing about that is that moving is the perfect time to purge one's belongings.  Well, we're beginning our 18th year in this house and that's three times as long as the average.  So, I guess that means I've got three times the clutter build up and I'm even beginning to feel overwhelmed by the mess.  You know it's bad if it's bothering me because clutter doesn't get to me as quickly as to some.

My efforts to clear my space remind me of a comic strip I saw years ago.  "For Better or Worse" was about a family with two or three kids and a dog.  In this particular installment, the mother is standing in the hallway, leaning against a door jamb, looking at her linen closet which is full of neatly stacked towels and other linens.  in the next couple of frames you see the rest of the house where the kids and the dog are wreaking havoc.  In the last frame, the kids are gathered a few feet away from the mom and one of the kids is saying, "I wonder why Mom keeps going back and looking at that closet."  That's kind of how I feel.  When I look at all I still have to do, I go to the corner of the room where I began the process and admire how neatly my canvases are organized, by size, leaning up against the wall.

'Til next time!