I had a dream that I went into my studio to get something and it was all different. It looked like a Jiffy Lube waiting room instead of my studio.
Truth be told, it does look a whole lot different than this photo. The floor is a mess of things just tossed in, by the basket, boxes, and bag-fulls.
I think the waiting room dream is a metaphor. And I do miss making things in there. This week, I'm hoping to make more than just a pathway through the debris and really recreate an inspiring place.
I'm trying to line up a mother's helper from the neighborhood to come by a couple of times a week. That'll help free up some time.
Baby's napping and I've got a list of things to do.
I hope you have a good week ahead of you. I'll check in when I can.
p.s. I somehow overwrote the last post. I think it's gone forever. :(