AnyyyyyWhoooo, this led to discussion about the spaces we create in. It appears many are untidy in their spaces as I am. Some profess to have to start with a clean workspace......oh I wish it was so for me. Every time I go back in to my studio with the intent of actually cleaning, it only takes one tiny piece of cool (usually aged and vintage) paper to divert my well intentions of order. Instead of touching and putting away, I think...."hmmmmm, I could whip up a little tag or magnet in 5 minutes from this" and hours later, after I regain consciousness from alien abduction, I look down and there is a bigger pile of disarray, minute scraps, ink stained, gluey worksheets on my worktable (which by the way is my long passed Grandmother's kitchen table I rescued during a farm auction after a dealer bought it for $3. I got there late, found him and bought it back for $25, thank you God)
I have this pack rat gene inherited from my Mother's side of the family;I know 'cause my Mom was always saving the silliest (LOL, 'cause I'm much much worse than this) things in case they might become useful. But she saved real things, like newspapers for the Boy Scout drive that made our basement a fire hazard, margarine bowls instead of Tupperware, clothes from 40 years earlier in her life....you know, actual working things. Me.....I save small pieces of paper, cardboard, mustard jars (by the way this will be my next blog entry about this problem I have...because recently I've found a group that has this same addiction and I'm so excited!!)
I just work better with a lot of this "trash" within view. I have a lot of storage space with bins, notebooks, drawers and cabinets, but then I forget what's in them. It's really a goal of using up immediate scraps to prevent cutting into a brand new sheet of paper. Heaven forbid!
So there it is, friends, my worktable just as it was left after my last project (my whisper entry in the Melange Team Challenge) last weekend. The fast food restaurant tray (and I didn't steal this, honestly, this just showed up one day......really cross my heart I have no clue how it got into the house!) was one attempt to keep the workspace free for actually working. And in the far right bottom of this last overhead photo, there really are some tags I make with these little bits of ephemera instead of putting them away. I can't put the tags away because they remind me what I've got going, theme wise. The professional mind-Drs. say acknowledgement and confronting the problem is the start to recovery. So after discussion among my team mates, the idea of posting on my blog might be the first step to helping me with my Pack Rat addiction. I should feel very embarrassed but it's not working yet. How long does it take for that to happen?