Grounded Myself

I've grounded myself. Not in the "in touch with myself" sort of grounding, or no more flying that airplane (I don't have an airplane or know how to fly) but in the time-tested sense of the parental role of "YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL YOU CLEAN UP THAT PIGSTY OF A ROOM OF YOURS!"

Not a proud moment for myself. My "creative space, work room, very junky room" is totally out of control. Way too long since the last organization, cleaning, tossing event. Last week I happened to stumble upon a TV show called "Hoarders" or something like that. People who just can't throw things out and end up with quite a mess on their hands. When suddenly, I realized - OMG - I know a space like that! WHAT IF a TV camera came into my room - OMG I'd be fodder for TV headlines..... Minor panic attack set in.

So, last weekend - I took some BEFORE photos of the space. Have to tell you, I am way TOO embarrassed to post them. I need the AFTER before I post the BEFORE. Or, I'm sure I would be voted off the art blog arena and sent to the Hoarder Blog arena - People magazine would be after me, I'm sure - and a psychologist or two.

This is a 3 day weekend. No ART. No Creating. No posting pretty pictures or words on my blog - well, OK I did do a 10 minute - very small glue a few things on paper art project the other morning - but other than that - I have tied myself into THAT room with a box of garbage bags (very large) for donating and tossing. Wish me luck. Hope to be back with some photos soon.