It’s that time again. When my studio turns into a gallery. This is what my studio looked like this morning at 9am.
When it came time to vacuum, I decided it was also time to take a lunch break. (Jon brought me a piece of strawberry short cake from the Round House) But after that I vacuumed the floor and walls and windows, sucking up seven months of dust and dog hair and thread and fabric and buttons and pins and on it goes….
It’s 5pm now and I’ve got pretty much everything out of the studio that I want out (it’s all piled up in the laundry and dining room) but not everything in.
That won’t happen till Wednesday. By then all the artists will have dropped off their work. Then I get to hang it all.
Jon has a different take on what goes on these days before the Open House. He wrote about it today on his blog. I guess it’s pretty accurate, although I can’t really be sure. I’m so into what I’m doing it’s hard to remember from one moment to the next.