Day Seventy-seven: But it’s a pretty nothing.
It’s chaos here. IZ and I have spent the day pushing through on the new studio. We even moved the huge hutch down the two narrow flights of stairs and I began painting it. That was very scary—since it’s heavy and cumbersome and the glass feels precariously hung.
But that means you can now add my old studio to places in my house where chaos reigns. I’m trying hard not to cry and let it get to me. Â Seriously, I do not function well with every space in “move” mode. It’s not the mess as much as the vibe that gets to me; I abhor moving and even an in-house swap makes me break out in hives.
So, no photos of the chaos. And there will be no photos of me in my painting clothes either… since the elastic in my pants is shot and I end up with an endless case of plumber’s crack. Nobody wants to see that!
IZ is convinced that the bulk of the move will be done by tomorrow. Presently, I’m choosing to embrace his delusions because it beats melting-down. In the meantime, I’m going to drink some wine, look at the pretty flowers, and try to breathe.
Breathing is good.
I hate chaos too so I can really relate! I’m hoping that when it’s finished we’ll get to see lots of photos, and not of plumbers’ crack. hee hee
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If I ever finish, I promise lots of photos! ~W
Let (s)he who is without incident of plumber’s crack in their lifetime cast the first stone!
Good luck finishing the last bits of the swirling vortex of change. 😀
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I know, plumbers crack just isn’t something anyone wants to see. Apparently, my crack (oh yeah, intended) about plumbers brought on a visit from one. OY. ~W
I guess I lied. But it is sure looking wonderful! Bits & pieces, right?
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Yeah, I’m so, so pleased. I adore the new space. Thanks for all the help!! ~W