Those empty bins used to hold a lot of acrylic yarn odds and ends. Not anymore. I pitched them. I can see hanging onto good wool yarn but Red Heart and Vanna's? No.
Those bins were stored in the downstairs craft room that I use now mostly for cards and artsy stuff. That whole room was a disaster so I spent the day putting everything back where it was supposed to go.
In one of those bins I found this rather haughty Llama. I'm not sure where he came from but I guess he's mine now.
I had piles of card kits that need consolidating. Now I've got them sorted by month.
I also needed to make sense of my die bin. All those little metal pieces are hard to keep track of.
Ditto for the stamp sets. I can't tell you how many important stamps have come up missing. I really need to organize them better. This mess is a disaster waiting to happen.
I have been doing artsy stuff at night. This is the art journal. It's a collage.
I made it from prints I pulled off the Gelli plates and some die cuts.
The embossed paper I used to make the prints are almost too pretty to toss. I need to come up with something to do with them.
I did have a little more fun with the alcohol inks but the fumes give me a sore throat. They will have to wait until I can take them outside from now on.
Another crazy brainless activity I've been doing at night is filling up a watercolor sketch book with what I call "fabric flowers". I've been using the quilting stash to come up with patterns to paint. It's like making my own adult coloring book. It's very zen.
Speaking of zen, how about more swatching and doodle flowers? It's a good way to kill a long, dark night without much effort.
And to think I lost an entire day in this room because I just needed to fill up the jar of bubble gum I keep on the desk. One thing just leads to another down there. It's a dangerous place.