much ~thunder and love~ from the craft dungeon.
It doesn’t matter if you can tell what this is. I was just working on a template to figure out proportions for one of the many projects I’ve been wanting to do.
The important thing is that I have a temporary space to do things and I am actually doing things.
I had a mini-fit back in May when I realized that K-9 was the last big project I had finished. It was a miracle of crafty stubbornness that I finished him. Around that time I packed up my supplies and projects, to make room for…several different events. There has barely been enough room to live, let alone get anything crafty done. That’s one of the reasons I turned so heavily to notebook sketches (I didn’t stop that by the way). It was a small outlet I could carry with me.
In May, I knew I had to claim some space…and so, I stole some. I stole a basement. Scrubbed a basement. De-spidered a basement. Made workspaces with the house’s old kitchen counters and resurfaced a rusty abandoned table and built shelving out of milk crates and zip ties and I’m not done yet but you get the idea. workspace.
I also set up my Wii, and when I turned it on this morning, it informed me that it had been about 400 days since my last workout. whatever Wii, it’s been a hard longer-than-a-year, let’s just try to get past this. I selected an old customized routine, and about three moves in, I thought:
I am going to throw-up, and then die, and then probably throw-up again.
and maybe that’s what I think every time I do that routine? IDK, MAN, it’s been 400 days.
I had to pause several times to move everything and rearrange the equipment. Finally finding a spot, between the rafters, where I don’t hit air conditioning ducts or wires, when I raise my arms above my head. I often forget I am a giant, that is, until I start flailing my extremities.
just as I finished the 40 minute workout.
black sludge bubbled up from one of the basement drains, (in a different quadrant of the basement. no property was threatened) that’s just the nature of basements.
Someone is coming to take care of the black sludge monster this week. (it receded immediately, but I know it will be back)
I also did not vomit or die.
I’m calling all of this a win.
and now I’m going to eat ice cream and read a book.
I will catch up with you tumblroos tomorrow, I hope you had and are continuing to have a wonderful weekend <3