Trash Studio

Since work is a total pain at the present, I will not dwell on it.

I am still loading and organizing things on the computer and am about to tackle my studio. AKA Mom’s trash room as it is referred to by the rest of the family. Unless of course, they need a sewing machine, some craft supplies, a quiet place to work, a printer, or a location where they can try out something nefarious with minimal chances of getting caught.

This is the studio, several views in fact. And after these shelves have been emptied.


and the hall leading to the rest of the house.


I have been home two weeks and can no longer ignore the fact that the house had turned into a total disaster.So much has been moved around for the bathroom renovation which was finally finished this morning.

And there I am – piles of books, papers and well, just stuff everywhere. There is white dust coating my studio and the back hall. Some of it made it into our bedroom. I can’t live like this anymore. But it is going to take a while to dig out.

But plying is so much more fun.



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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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