Tuesday, August 07, 2012

breathing room

Where to start?

Friday night, gallery hopping (well, not literally) - preceded by a fabulous dinner at a Colombian restaurant.  Ordered a dish made with tilapia, which has never been my favorite fish.  Imagine my
surprise when this gorgeous fish appeared in all its glory, surrounded by plaintains and potatoes.
It didn't resemble any tilapia I had ever come across:It was moist and flavorful and absolutely delicious.
 

Saturday dawned too hot and humid to go out. So I decided to take advantage of the air conditioned quiet to  try and find the horizontal surface of my cutting table.

That meant organizing all the bits and strips thrown into, and overflowing from, my (by now, well-known) plastic box(es). Back in the plastic box, they are all in baggies, labeled "bits," "strip sets,"
"sliced and diced," and so on.  Very nice and neat -- for the time being.

Need I tell you that what began as a simple sorting task Saturday morning, took on a life of its own and turned into a three-day marathon of emptying shelves, moving furniture, and filling trash bags? ARGH -
I am too tired to blog any more tonight: to be continued.

5 comments:

Linda Dunn said...

want to come to my studio and help me? Oy, the piles on the tables....:)

Bonnie said...

Do the garbage bags mean their contents are gone? Good for you you're on a roll.

Dianne Koppisch Hricko said...

Yes, for me it is a never ending battle to try to organize... I can rip it all apart in less than 1/2 an hour, but putting it away is endless. Good luck.

Jo said...

But doesn't it feel good to be organized again? I have a rule...clean up after every project. Actually, i hink the cleaning up is my favorite part!

Lisa Kerpoe said...

Don't you love how one small task turns into another and then another? That always happens when I clean house. Good thing I don't do it very often. :-)