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I am that girl you will want to slap for not putting cd's away in their cases. 

Whilst cleaning (more like sweeping and finding places to hide things inconspicuously) I discovered that probably 80% of my space is overtaken by a zillion cd's, crates and boxes and shelves of records and a bazillion books. So nice of me to work so hard to keep a roof over these inanimate things and not have room to paint hardly. Aren't I so kind?
I have a bad habit of being way too busy to do much in the way of domestic upkeep and the mountain of things has grown....not hoarders style mind you- but not pretty either. NOT PRETTY AT ALL! So i am enacting a plan, every day at least 3 useless things gets put where it will be used by someone else or to the trash if its trash. Like really, why am I holding on to the "bug catching cup" from Taco Cabana? To catch bugs obviously. 
Last week my "closet" ( a tiny narrow sliver that must have been where a water heater once was because NO ONE can get into this weirdly designed thing) collapsed under the weight of vintage dresses that I hardly ever wear. Oh Spring Cleaning, how I hate thee....mainly because I don't have time for thee. So, trying to get it together in my little nest while juggling everything else. Its Friday and the interview will be happening RIGHT after work. My studio is what it is. An Artists Studio. Boxes of this and that and tins of tools and glasses holding brushes and things stacked on shelves and no surface space and.....breathe....it makes sense to me. Sorta.
Happy Friday have a great weekend!

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