This is what happens when my creative space looks like

A bomb went off.

All the cupboards and drawers vomited everything out.

I’m in hiding in case there is a film crew heading for my front door to do a “Hoarders, Buried Alive” series featuring me.

My craft room has become a "Crap" room!

My craft room has become a “Crap” room!

I can't even get in my craft room.  The floor is piled up.

I can’t even get in my craft room. The floor is piled up.

Forget about trying to use my desk.

Forget about trying to use my desk.

When my creative space is like this, what do I feel?

  • Guilt
  • Disgust
  • Disrespecting the gorgeous hand crafted gifts mailed in packages of LOVE from you all.
  • Procrastination, big time.
  • Frustration.

I have been working on this room for five days now.  I pulled everything out and proceeded to dump it on our kitchen table, in the living room, and on kitchen counters.

The Chemo treatments that I had gone through – the last one was January 23, 2017 – still linger in my body.  Plus I am taking a drug to block my Estrogen Sex Hormone which I will be taking for the next five to 10 years.  This drug makes me dizzy, stagger around like I’m drunk, lose my train of thought, and my energy levels are way down low.  I’m talking near the floor down low.  Like about ankle  height, low.

I am so blessed to have Joe as my husband.  He is so understanding and helpful.  We can’t use the kitchen table for our meals.  He is okay with having our meals in the living room….in our recliners.  Those are the two surfaces I have not piled high.

I need my recliner to nap in during the day to recuperate from the work I have been doing.

I have finally found the “Kathy Orta style Envelope Mini Album” project I started and had not finished.  So I can get to work on it……as soon as I get my crap room cleaned up and organized.

Here is a sneak peek.

I can get in my craft room!

I can get in my craft room!

So, in case you have been wondering where I have been for the past week.  Wondering if I am still alive.  Yes, I am.  And I’m kicking butt.  Although I can kick the butt of an ant or a beetle.  I’m still kicking.  🙂

Leslie