Do you like roller coasters? Do you scream or is this fun for you? An adventure perhaps... I'm not a fan, I have been dared to go on a few and did, but in reality, I close my eyes and scream, leaving my fingerprints on the foam handles. The whirl of colors is amazing, but it isn't worth the churn of my stomach and the gut wrenching fear. I do like the, "I survived feeling", but I can find other ways to get that rush. What about you? I feel like I'm at the top of the loop ,right now, as I descend the corner pin turn.(finishing FROG). I went through various boxes, tossed paint, gave a way fabric. It has been an emotional ride. I now need to go finish up, pack up what I don't plan on using for a while. Hubby thinks this should be easy, but it isn't for me. I'm emotional connected to my crafty bits n' bobs. I see potential in everything. I find a box of recycled items, odd n' ends of felted sweaters, and a box of letters; He would heavy ho, for me, these could be treasures. I know cleaning this space, will enable me to make n' do more. (It is an odd space in shape, in size. The pitch of the roof, doesn't allow much room to hang shelves). Every time I have tried to put my stamp on it. Well, the decorating police arrive. I decided to go with a nature theme, garden terra cotta pots for pencils and paint brushes, tiny trellis to hang art work on. Husband is not a fan of my outdoors in, look. I not really a fan of his Ebay business all over the living room, including Flat rate boxes,tucked in a corner. It is gone now, but it was there for months. We usually move every 3 yrs and in doing so, one has to go through, sort and lighten the load. We will have lived here, 9 yrs this summer. We have done some, but not to the degree it needs. We have out grown our house, so it seems. The reality is, we just haven't gone through and done the proper spring cleaning, fall toss. It happens... My space will constantly be scrutinize, why I don't know, it is behind a closed door off of the kitchen, above the garage. I guess I should make a sign, BEWARE, I HAVE WARTS.
The view is cloudy at the top of the coaster, but as I clear the clutter from my mind’s eye, I start to see glimpses of hope. I fear life will not be the same, hence my hesitation to make the Frog(Furnished Room Over Garage) my own. I will not be the same. I will be Alice falling through the rabbit hole; And the world as I know it will change. Daily doses of color and fabric will only contribute to my OCD=Obsessive Craft Disorder. Life as I know it will be forever changed, but I think it will be worth it, warts n' all.