Industrious Waste

I am going to clean, rearrange, and organize this studio today. I can no longer live with my clutter and apathy toward it. So... check back later. I'll be posting before and after pictures.

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As promised, I'm back (finally) with before and after pics. It was a long gruelling day, but I did it... Veni, vidi, vici! I'm a vicious reorganizer and a cutthroat when it comes to tossing out stuff. I'm really happy with my new and improved space. Now creative genius will really be able to get some space and some oxygen, and it'll burn, baby, burn.

Before (I'm so ashamed):

After:

So, I'm whupped, but I feel better. Along the way, I found some treasures. For example: I found my passport ("Freekin-A!" hollers the gypsy.) And, I found a great pic of John and me that I'd long ago forgotten existed.

I spent 1/2 an hour crying after I found John's old deodorant in a box and the scent of it just sent me off over the edge. It's one of the things that annoys me most about all of this. I never know when it will hit or what will trigger it, and being sad sucks. But, I let myself go to it - it's all part of the process. I just wish there was some kind of yellow flashing light as a precursor. C'est la vie, I reckon.