I think I've talked before about the symbiotic relationship between my mind and my habitat. If there's muddle and strife in my head the places that I live and work get messy. If it's untidy at home, say after a move or whilst redecorating a room, my mental state suffers. It doesn't even matter if I can close a door on the carnage like the time when it wasn't possible to see the floor in the spare room. I knew it was in a state and I fretted. I'm a silly old sausage like that!
So the state of chaos in my craft area couldn't be more than a temporary one. Over the last week I've grafted. There's been much sorting, discarding and recycling and here's the result. Serenity restored.
Gone are three drawer units precariously perched on each other where I housed my tools. I risked life and limb every time I retrieved a screwdriver. It was like Russian Roulette as to whether it was all going to topple over. Everything except one filing box for my paperwork is now housed in the desk drawers or IKEA unit. Amazingly three of its twenty five compartments are empty. when it used to be stuffed full with four plastic boxes on top as well. My tools, crafting materials and business bits and pieces all now have allocated spaces. The carpet that had suffered after an ink related accident has been disguised with a rug that I begged from my ex. It was in our last house in Exeter and I knew he wasn't using it anymore.
The sense of order frees me. I can put my hand on the things that I need to do a job easily as I know where everything is. So I set to being productive as soon as it was all done. Here's that octopus print again, now nicely framed courtesy of good old IKEA again. I painted the mount with some left over vinyl matt from Mr Metrosexual. More scrounging! I'm so pleased with the finished article which is now hanging on the wall in my kitchen diner.