Inspections, deliveries, guys coming in to measure one more time and other flurries of remodeling have begun in earnest today. I love to remodel...in retrospect, but the actual doing is something else. It isn't fun to have so many people in and out of the house. I always forget that part.
So, I was stuck home waiting for various people and things to show up. I played in my art room, making a few more sample cards and rearranging and reorganizing.....always rearranging and reorganizing. Will it ever be perfectly organized? I doubt it.
Here is the south wall of my art room, at least this is how it looked tonight. It may be totally different next month, next week or whenever I get some new idea. I love the hutch. The bottom cabinet is filled with clear, flat plastic containers that hold my stencils, cut watercolor paper, ephemera bins and various other supplies. The top cabinet has baskets, each filled with one type of item: adhesives, mediums, novelty tapes, etc. I just like the way it looks.
Here is a closer-up view of the cabinet on the left hand side of the hutch. The white cabinet holds all our paints and art pencils, crayons, etc.
Next is the bookcase wall. It holds.....books!
The wire baskets hold most of my rubber stamps. I have others in carts in the closet. These drawers hold all my Stampers Anonymous since I use them the most, of course. This is a tough wall to work with. As I have mentioned before, the wall is only 36" high before the sloped ceiling takes over.
I think my favorite view is this corner with my guy bulletin board (which I talked about in a previous post) and the Keely Barham dolls around the corner. It just makes me smile.
I also love this very old newspaper boy's apron which I tacked to a door and filled with my stipple brushes.
Okay, that is the tour. Yes, my art room is clean, but definitely not when I am working on something. Then it is full of piles and opened bins and drawers, but when I am done, I try very hard to clean it all up to make starting another project easier. I compare it to not wanting to wake up to a sink of yesterday's dishes. Ick.