But lo, and behold, upon coming home from an all day run around late Saturday afternoon; I have a painted living room!
Ghetto. No. Longer.
My Sunday Shadow Shot at:hey harriet
I could of climbed up to my attic to haul out totes and totes of decorations, but that just sounded like too much work. There are the pathetic fall decorations to contend with first, and lots of dusting:
way too depressing to tackle on a Saturday night.
What I did do was hole up into my studio/sewing room.
Cluttered and dusty with more than a couple sets of dirty, crusty ,dishes and glasses, hidden beneath fabric, paper, stamps, and hot glue guns.
But my mood and frame of mind was such that craft organization was strangely therapeutic.
When I hide in my room I often get seemingly pointless inclinations to do such things as;
hot glue and hand stitch some left over Christmas fabric over an empty huge economy- sized box of rainbow goldfish:
(C'mon when I said " I holed up in my room" you did not really think I was left alone…such a miracle would surely rival the immaculate conception)!
It was enough to get my latent creative juices flowing again.
My i heart macro shot at: water stone jewelry
Cleaning always carries its own rewards( besides the discovering of missing wine glasses, and half eaten dove chocolates).
I found several old Christmas table runners, hand made decorations, piles of fabric remnants, notebooks, and wall hanging, buried in the dark scary closet of my room:
Fresh painted living room.
Organized studio with stacks of Christmas bling, fabric, and vintage goodies.
I am either overly anal
Form your own opinion.
I leave you with this Pink Christmas Sentiment: at how sweet the sound