can you tell I'm on a diet?

You Are Mexican Food

Spicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.

What Kind of Food Are You?

Pretty well on target, I'd say. I am ready for a little distraction after having spent all day sorting out papers, throwing stuff away, paying bills, and other annoying things like cooking dinner. And it wasn't anything as interessting as Mexican food.

I must be going through some big transition, since I am compelled to create order out of chaos. I'm putting stuff in three-ringed notebooks with dividers and it is an overwhelming job. Boring, too. But I'm making progress. The room is looking better. I took this picture this morning; it no longer looks exactly like this, but you get the idea. ( Helene,if you are reading this, you can see I've rearranged a little bit.) This is the front corner of the front room: my teensy 11x14 dry studio. I not only sew and design here, but it is my music room, my reading room, and where I sat and meditated when I was going through chemo almost 5 years ago. The chair is really ugly but it was the smallest armchair with ottoman I could find. And I feel peaceful here. I brought the filled-up bookcase in from the hallway, where it was loaded with every quilting book on the planet. Those books are now piled on my dining room table and I am going to inventory them and sell the ones I no longer want/need. Some of them are out of print. Another task for next week.

In the foreground is my cutting table with a mat covered in paint, gel medium, and schmutz. I actually cleaned it off last night - or attempted to. One of these days I'll treat myself to a new one. But it isn't a priority. It is relatively uncluttered in this picture; I am standing in the corner that is diagonal from the chair. When I finish cleaning that side, I'll post another picture. For now, I have to finish the side of the room you are looking at.