I see all these photos in magazines and on social media sites with lovely images of organized, color-coded, no -paint- splatters -on -the -wall studios and offices. My biggest question is…. do these really exist? It’s akin to women looking at images of super-models and underfed Eastern Europeans in clothing and beauty ads. I get studio envy. Mine is a maze of madness where personal injury is likely on a daily basis. There are towering boxes of fabrics and remnants of holiday crafts past. I share a space with my better half, Ryan who has learned to mentally block out the chaos and focus on his area on the other side of the room. He and I have started in with larger paintings, cause everything’s bigger in Texas, which will require more open space. SO…I decided yesterday that productivity is bred from some sort of order. I WILL CLEAN the studio. Around 9:00pm I was at it; tossing out trash; consolidating boxes with that “WOOOO” feeling. 1:00 AM: it was like sitting in a congressional filibuster; that “beat -your -head -on -the -wall” feeling. Now the rest of our home looks like we are moving… something my aunt and I refer to as the “sh*t shuffle.” I guess these are perils of being a business-owner with a studio/inventory storage center in your home. I can resolve to be better organized and have been fortunate to have Ryan’s help (he a complete anti-hoarder; which is fantastic). We are taking on larger markets and are currently working on our first official online store. I know we will feel the growing pains soon. I will never complain about these. I want to sell and share the things I make and am passionate about. However, my wares and arts do deserve a nice organized place to hang out until they are sent off to their new homes. I know that one day, in the not-so-distant future, I will have a brick and mortar store with a stockroom and possibly (the angels sing) a work area. I am reminded of so many stories of the entrepreneurs who have started new companies and some that are now very large corporations. I will try to remember the stories I’ve read of dining tables doubling as factory assembly lines and living rooms that look like sweat shops. I love the things I make and the constant state of dreaming up new ideas to craft and share. I love making art and have worked very hard to get to a point where I can make art for a living. I continue my studio recovery efforts and console myself with the fact that those folks in the magazine pictures were probably up until the wee hours cleaning up their everyday messes and two days after the photo shoot; chaos reigns once again.