I knew I had a lot of stuff, but I seem hardly to have made a dent in it all after four days of packing. The bookcases in my office/studio are empty of books except for the photo albums. I will store them in a plastic container in order to keep them dry.
And yesterday, I braved the TWO fifty gallon storage containers full of fabric, determined to condense them into only one. I succeeded with room to spare by setting aside fabric for Meredith and a roll of remnants to make dolls of every skin color for Paris Freeman of the quilt guild. The guild will get a ton of what's left after my new doll artist friend, Juanelle Marshall chooses what she wants tomorrow afternoon.
About four days ago, I received a note from Juanelle, telling me she had seen my doll the Spanish Dancer in a recent Art Doll Quarterly. She said she loved my technique and would I be willing to teach a class. (of course!) Juanelle also said she belonged to a recently disbanded doll club. (after years of looking, now I learn there actually WAS one ) and would I be interested joining and help to breath new life into the group. Sure, I would, though I don't know how much life I could actually breath into a group of already creative women.
So. I'll continue packing to the point of leaving just enough to eat and sleep here until I actually vacate the house. That will be a huge adjustment after having an entire house to fill with all my artsy-crafty stuff.
Which reminds me, I MUST get cracking on Stella if I'm to have her photographed and to ADQ before the 15th of March.
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