This week I celebrated 4 years of being a homeowner~ my very own space where I can do whatever I want!
Apparently doing whatever I want involves no longer doing some things but with the added benefit of being incapable of ridding myself of the clutter those things cause.
The difference between the clean and orderly state of my home and the disarray that both studios continually find themselves in is the reason there are so many voices in my head. Or Vice Versa.
I think somewhere back in 2003 I saw something awesome made of wire and decided Wire Is For Me. The dust on these containers is proof positive I've long since changed my mind without actually having investigated the idea.
When I built the shiny shack I had this great idea for some abstract 3d art pieces, so I picked up a ton of paint samples and some wood and promptly shoved it all in drawers right next to my acrylic and oil paints. You'll note the table top easel leaning on the side~ and a giant pile of leather that I weaned from my stash 3 MONTHS AGO.
Here is a cabinet housing a small portion of my glass fusing supply. See how the box on the bottom is labeled "studio"~ so that when I moved 4 years ago I would know which room to put it in? Yeah.
The bulk of my fusing materials is in large rubbermaid containers in the closet that also houses my shipping area which I am too embarrassed to show you.
Some friends and I took a couple of hand building classes at AMACO in Indy in '05 and I discovered another avenue for making art jewelry components so naturally I immediately invested $1K in supplies which is now shoved in the back corner of a walk in where they have been since I moved in. Did I mention that was 4 years ago?
Joann's went out of business in '06 in Avon, Indiana so I went with my BF so she could stock up on fabric. I ended up bringing home a pretty big stash of my own because it was on Mega Super Almost Free Sale.
I don't sew.
I keep telling myself it doesn't count as Hoarding if it is something I will maybe potentially possibly imagine using at some point, but that argument grows weak in light of the fact there is more dust on some of this stuff than in all of the Sahara.
I know I'm keeping the glass, and I'm pretty sure I'm keeping the clay because a) I'm keeping it and b) I'm keeping it.
The rest hasta go. I don't even care about recouping any costs, because frankly I'm more concerned about chasing down some sanity.
You will now please spill the beads on something you are (un)intentionally hoarding, because you want to share. Because you are awesome sauce. Or because I'm begging for some company in Hoardland.