I was so wired to get going this morning that I was late leaving for the restaurant for Thanksgiving.  I wanted to make more pearlized miniature inks for the Misti techniques, so I started with three and ended up making seven or eight.  My craft room looks like a bomb went off in it.   I need to get a grip on the messes I am making because I am really going off the deep end in there.  I wonder about the women with those white craft rooms.  Do they wear white when they craft so they match?  And do they keep bleach at the ready in case anything, God forbid, is other than white?  In theory, I like white.  In practice, I wonder what it says about creativity when your pallet is so anemic.  Maybe I’m just cynical (maybe?), but I think color inspires me, makes me want to take action.  Years ago, before anyone talked about “man caves”, my husband wanted a  room where he could stretch out and watch movies and really relax.  I designed the entire room around a pillow from April Cornell.  It was beige and red, with orange and yellows.  That room makes both of us happy.  Maybe I’ll videotape it someday.  It’s not your average man room.  But every seat reclines and it has a built in booth to eat while still watching television and the walls are filled with vintage travel posters from an artist from the 1940’s and all from places we love to visit.  I can’t imagine a white space, I need a little chaos to be happy.  I think I’ll postpone cleaning my craft room again tomorrow..

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