Textile Heaven (or Hell) - however you define it
For several days I have been sorting through the stuff I brought home from my mother's apartment - it just goes on and on and on. I cried over love notes my parents wrote to each other before they were married and laughed at a wonderful photo of my father in a false nose, moustache and glasses at my brother's wedding. I am wondering what to do with the numerous albums of my first wedding, which I certainly don't need. I have my own -- and now have my parents' and grandparents' duplicates. My children may/may not want them for a variety of reasons.
Then there are the textiles I have rescued and don't know what to do with.
Cleaning the Studio
I stopped at the studio for five minutes late this morning to pick up a dust mask and some gloves to take on my trip. Four hours later, I was finally on my way home. I had not been there since April, when I printed the last of the scarves for my class reunion and the place was worse than disaster: it was just plain disgusting. I washed out containers, completely cleaned off the print table and put down new, white PFD cotton.
I cleared the cutting/ironing table and put down a clean sheet I folded up all the silk yardage I didn't even remember that I had and put it into a bin, and threw all my unfinished scarves into another bin. I unearthed some printed cloth that I will take with me as class samples; I vacuumed, and I threw out three bags of trash. Took home a load of sheets and canvas table cover that needed to be washed.
Did not take a photo but I will do so tomorrow when I go back for a few more hours. A third table, loaded with Thermofax screens, dyes, and other STUFF, needs to be cleaned off and all of that put away somewhere (but where??) I have drawers full of things I print with - some in triplicate and quadruplicate. I can't bear it - I shall have to throw out the excess and like Noah, get down to two of everything.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. I think when I go back tomorrow I will take my iPad with me. I bought a bluetooth keyboard for it and it makes all the difference.Almost feels like a real computer -- except that I know Blogger will give me grief when i try to post photos.