Messy Messy
I love it when my scraproom is clean. My paints are all lined up on the wall in their little spice rack. My ribbons are all wound neatly and hanging from the spice tins on my magnet board. My pens are organized, my paper is filed, and everything’s in easy reach. It’s lovely to look at… all the colors and textures.
Only problem is, it only looks that way when I’m not working. When I’m between jobs or when I’m having company. My scraproom sits between the kitchen and the family room. When we have a dinner party, it makes a natural traffic flow solution. I should entertain more so that my scraproom will get cleaned regularly!
‘Cause what happens when I scrap is, I pile. I never file paper away when I’m finished with it. I pull out stacks of it, paw through it, then pile it next to me. I pile stamps and punches and stickers… rub ons and embellishments and photos. It’s a precarious pile, too. Whoa to the child who brushes against it on his way into my studio!
And there again is THAT question. What to call this mess I spend most of my time in? Sometimes I refer to is as my office. Sometimes my studio. But most often, The Scraproom.
Methinks I should just call it Messy.
November 10th, 2006 at 2:34 pm
Aw, Stace, what’s the old saying? A clean house is a sign of (something negative, like a messy mind?).
The mess merely shows creativity. And my own mess will attest to that also. tee hee!!
November 13th, 2006 at 2:03 pm
Looks like my area! Oh, but what wondrous works come out of such a place!
November 13th, 2006 at 7:35 pm
You’re not alone Stacy. That’s what mine looks like these days.