Getting in touch with my inner Martha

I like my studio to be organized.

 

I like everything to have its own place.

I like surfaces that are free of clutter.

I like all those things.

That does not mean that I actually have any of those things.
(You didn’t really think those pictures were mine, did you? Puh-leeze!)

I do enjoy implementing tidy storage systems, so I always start out with those aforementioned things.

Then somehow the place ends up looking like Fred Sanford’s front yard.

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Oh, Elizabeth!  I’m coming to join you!

Er, anyway.  Where was I?

I am constantly sorting, purging, re-arranging and re-organizing all the stuff in my studio. You can see what I mean by clicking here.  And here.  I just get bored after a while.  Moving is out of the question, and painting is too much work (and that could get expensive).

So I re-organize and re-arrange.

It’s a compulsion, really.

And now I’m at it again.  This time I’ll call it “Fall Cleaning”.  The people I’ve lived with over the years just call it “annoying”.  (Don’t think there is any room in the house exempt from my condition!  My poor husband never knows where to find the cheese grater, since I’m always re-locating its assigned storage spot.)

I got these beautiful jars from Value Village and filled them up with all my raw materials. Salts, powders, sugars, clay.

Rose petals.  When I saw this jar on the shelf at the store, it actually said, “Please fill me up with rose petals!”

These are so cute.  Not vintage, but only a buck a piece.

Various sundries for my clients to use after a massage.

And some fortune-telling books.  Just for fun.

The rest of the room isn’t ready for you to see yet.

But when it is, you won’t be humming the theme to Sanford & Son.

You’ll be humming the theme to The Martha Stewart Show.

Or something like that.