Lucky after all

I am in a place I never thought I would be, ever. My own house. It is a very surreal experience so far. I have moved SO MUCH in my life that to have a (somewhat) permanent place is weird. There is much to be done in the unpacking and finding places for everything department. In time I suppose it will happen. I don't know if I will ever be able to get out of my love of box like things. I like to put things in containers, what can I say!

I got to use my studio for the first time tonight. I was great! I was overcome by the artist inside of me and I went downstairs to work. I was able to grab what I needed and just work. When I felt like stopping I was able to leave my stuff out. It was amazing not to have to pack everything back up. I feel free to flow in and out when the mood hits me. I feel like an artist again. After two long and hard years I think I might be free to create fully.

What makes all this better is that I have another studio...upstairs. This one is my fiber side. I have my fabric, fluff, and yarn in it. I have a lot more work to do to get it up and running properly. The room is full of light and space. I can't wait to get my sewing machine set up so I can actually work. My spinning wheels are in desperate need to use. It has been a few weeks now and I am starting to jones for some fluff in the hand.

I do have an upcoming event in Oct. I want to have fluff, yarn, and art ready so I have to pace myself. I can't do it all at once but I can do a little here and there.

I feel so lucky to be here now.

(And the dogs love it too)