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my messy work room

Two of the three rooms are now visitor ready, and my work room is "messy".  After explaining in a some-what calm but half-way irritated tone of voice to the owner of the previous comment that this room wasn't finished but was a work in progress, I realized that it is near completion.  Sure, there's still two piles that need sorting and putting away, but I've managed to tackle a few (okay, from several years ago) projects and actually finish them this weekend.  In other words, the mess is livable and workable for me. :)
BEFORE:
just a bedroom

now my studio
 BEFORE:

AFTER:
I know it looks messy with a sewing project and quilting project tumped over the table and chair and a pile of art tablets behind to be put away, but I LOVE having all my pattern and reference books in one bookcase together, as well as all my patterns combined into one storage container, separated by sections. The white cabinet (formerly where all the toys were) is still in the room, just against the wall behind the art table and easel. If by chance I finish cleaning tomorrow, you might get a picture of the nice and clean (i.e. not being used at the moment) room, but this room will probably happily stay in various states of organized chaos. 

And once the dust in my life settles, I may actually get a sign for the room, with the quote my husband loves to quote the most about me: "Nature abhors a vaccuum."

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