I just shocked and awed the crap out of my studio.

I have recently decided that perhaps if I don't say the word cabinet again, then maybe it will show up one day.    In the meantime, the clutter in my studio finally got the best of me and I spent fourteen hours destuffing, rearranging and cleaning it yesterday.  Yes, fourteen deserved to be spelled out.  As in hours.

I feel like I can breathe in the room now, and if the thing that shall not be named eventually does arrive it'll take 10 seconds to have it fully loaded.  That's the day someone will need to bail me out of jail for parading down the street naked.

9 am Friday ~
about 3 hours into project Sanity

(good thing I have another bathroom...)

TV sitting on Walmart storage drawer thingy. 

Classy.

Bins of stuff in the hall going BUH BYE NOW.

Sorry about the mannequin booty.

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Today:

No, I don't see the pile of cords in the hallway,

and neither do you.

Bead photo tent next to the window.

Smart.

Access to my workhorse table for ceramic and fusing work.

Smarter.

TV stand that is less rednecky.

Sort of.

Shipping supplies behind the curtain.

(still messy)

Storage underneath

my work table

on which there is a clean spot to bead.

I still need to have a giant Put Away Party,

and I'll probably start that right after I finish

playing helicopter and turning circles super fast

in the open space that is now the middle of the room

with my arms stretched out

as wide as they will go.

Squee.

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