I had grand intentions to get a lot done this three day weekend. It is just now midnight on Saturday/Sunday and I shall report.
My priority was my studio space.
It was bad.
Bad in the sense of the word that I was just chucking anything I had into the hole that once was called a closet.
I couldnt access much on my sewing table because things were stacked there as well. Tubs were starting to migrate onto the floor space.
I really should have taken a photo so you all could see how shameful it was.
It was time to call an intervention.
I drug everything out of the studio space and started fresh. I purged a lot of stuff, organized a ton more and put it all back in its rightful place.
I bought some larger tubs than I had been using to store finished product. In my logic it was nice to have one large tub to organize instead of three small ones.
I then realized that the amount of finished product I have on hand was not near what I thought it was.
That startled me.
I thought I was in a better position than that with what I had made for this fall and shows this holiday season.
Erm.
Poop.
Granted, I have a decent amount of stuff cut out so far, but not that much that is finished. Keyword: FINISHED.....eep!
There is already talk at work about overtime this fall so I better get cracking while I have the chance!
(Can you hear the desperation in my typey-voice?)
Cleaning my studio space, oddly enough, lit the fire under my rear that I needed.