Sometimes I think I begin big projects just to avoid all the little chores of life.
Sometimes I wonder why things just go wrong when I know I have been good.
Sometimes I suspect that I think if my workspace is more organized, I will make better art.
It has been that kind of week. I have been consumed with rearranging and reorganizing my art room. Maybe I am doing this to feel creative at a time when I have creative block (not the store...I closed that a few years ago). It feels good to get things done, make the room more welcoming and make the supplies more convenient just in case I feel like making something. I have ideas, just can't seem to get started on them.
Things have not worked out as well as I had hoped. We ordered two pieces of furniture which had to be put together. The difficult, complicated, time consuming one went together in a breeze, but the simple work table came damaged and trying to get a replacement sent out has been a comedy (not really) of errors.
John, bless his heart, is much more patient than I. Funnier, too. After putting together the cabinet with 12 drawers with 48 large screws, 48 small screws and a number of nails, washers and bolts, I was complaining about how blistered the palm of my hand was from the hard wooden Phillips head screwdriver we were using. Today he came home with not flowers or soothing sweet-scented lotion, but my very own set of cushioned screwdrivers! He is an original.
The other day I posted a photo of this old house across the street from Lake Erie that happened to be for sale. One of you asked how much it was for sale for. $401,900 which is cheap for a Lake Road home. It was built in 1876. Just look at the trim detail. It might be a bit gaudy, but, oh, the affection that went into designing it.