Yesterday I was working on the two painting projects for the Boys & Girls Club auction, grumping in my head that I dislike both projects, fretting that the furniture is poorly made, struggling to make a paintbrush fit in the nooks and crannies shorter than the brush is long, when I thought of Tim Gunn on Project Runway. He'd stop in the workroom to check on the designers on Project Runway and after hearing about their plans, maybe sometimes their dilemma, he'd tell them to "make it work." Even with the flaws in the furniture, I need to make it work. Time to think outside the box and consider something other than just my typical painting designs. Maybe I should consider decoupage or some other means of embellishing the furniture. What the heck, at least it will detract from the "ick" factor of it. Bahaha.
With my son home more than not, I am finding more time to work in my studio space, but still feeling guilty about not cleaning house. Will there ever be a balance? Two of my three cats continue to explode fur as they walk, leaving behind enough to build a new cat, and I'm stuck with a newish vacuum cleaner that can suck up lizard tails (thank you kitties for THAT little gift under the sofa), but mechanically chuckles to itself while I make pass after pass over the poofs of fur that remain stuck to the carpet. Their is a conspiracy afoot to prevent me from getting artwork done.
Today I feel the pressure to work on the furniture, fret that the last of my fabric hasn't arrived for the quilt I intended to make (that I just can't imagine getting finished on time), and still have to collect old photos, clip art, etc. for the soldering class I'm taking this coming weekend. Am I really such a procrastinator that I feel I get so little done with so many hours in a day? My plan for time management isn't quite finely tuned just yet.
Another day in the battle with the clock.
