So here, instead, is a gratuitous photo of part of my stash, which lives in a cherished and well loved white antique amoire in the studio. Sometimes at the end of a crazy day, I find myself just standing in the quiet half light, drinking a cup of tea and staring at my stash. So much possibility.
And then, of course, something rings or beeps or cries or yells; and I take a deep breath and close the door.
But my stash quietly waits there, patient with me as always. Maybe tomorrow it will become something beautiful.
Beautiful spaces here x
4 comments:
Umm I want that stash!! Heck I want that organziation lol..
I hear ya with the distractions, not sure what makes me more insane. Not having a minute to myself or trying to sneak a minute and getting interupted ha ha!
Aah yes, sounds familiar! lol. Just looking and dreaming is good for the soul:)
It's nice to know it's all there, ready and waiting for you.
Ah yes...life too often gets in the way eh? Hope you find some time for your waiting stash.
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