I remember meeting a woman at an antique mall years ago, selling a lifetime of found treasures. She seemed unmoved and matter-fo-fact on the point of discarding her wonderful things and my heart ached for her. She told me "you spend the first half of your life collecting and the last half getting rid of it". I didn't quite understand it that day. But I am starting to know what she meant that day. Along with some friends, we have a booth at Waterfront Antiques where I have decided to part with some of my partial collections. One being Franciscan Tiempo set. But then I photograph them, I say, can I really part with them? (Tagged them and took them to booth).
So I spent all last night and this morning cleaning up the art studio to get ready for window installation. That means I have to move all the crap in front of the windows away ;0 I ask where? To move all of that stuff seems almost impossible. So I have taken a personal day tomorrow to be here and oversee, make sure all is out of the way of their work.
Katie really knows how to throw a party for a one-year-old. Just got back and all full from ribs and brisket. Now, back to studio, cleaning and moving.
Colors of fall.