My basement flooded (for the umpteenth time this year). So we finally got a new washer/dryer and it has spurred on this cathartic cleaning process.

I've filled the dumpster twice, taken two large loads to the dump and continue to sort through old 'storage'. I've painted the previously cold concrete walls a warm & mellow chocolate brown. The new washer/dryer combo are a soft metallic blue, and I'm going to install some new shelving which hopefully will be cream & stainless steel. Next I plan on refinishing the worn grey painted concrete floor to a new shade of cream.

My end goal is to have a play space for my son, and a space where I can create in as many facets as I possibly can imagine. Already there is the leftovers of BnD Emporium, which includes a leather sewing machine and the leather making table. I hope to reinvent the leather table for other crafts and maybe some latex repair (my poor collection is in dire need of repair.) So thoughts of everything from pasties to scrapbooking & leather gear is on my mind. Oh and I plan on making it so I can move everything aside to implement a make shift studio, just incase... :)

So even though I feel like I'm terribly behind on messages and that my time would be better spent looking for a pt job, or trying to figure out how to fight the blasted recession.. I feel myself enjoying, breathing and connecting with my surroundings for the first time in a long while. I guess what I'm getting at is, it's liberating to declutter your surroundings cause it's amazing how refreshing it can be for your soul. Making the space my own gives me new ideas and new hope. New inspiration can come from a can of paint.

There's been an void in my creative self and I know it's because I haven't been doing or creating. Even if that's just painting the walls, it's still cathartic. I know it's only a glimmer of happy but I'm content to run with it.

ps. Right now I'm totally enjoying experimental ambiant electronic tunes of these aussies : Solo Andata

Me, a couple wks ago at the Fairmont Hot Springs. note: its' boring.