Dino’s been away since Thursday. I worked at the frame shop through the weekend, and then worked each night here in the studio. It’s a grim sight, the studio, these days. Remember a few weeks back I posted excitedly about my newly made-over and tidied up studio? Ha! I should have had a contest based on how long that would last–you all would be big prize winners!
I shipped 6 six packages today, more to go tomorrow. Believe it or not, I’m still loving what I do, even if it is in a hovel! It’s a happy hovel–somehow I can find my way through this disorganization.
Problem is, I’m supposed to be having overnight company on Friday–and the studio, in it’s unrecognizable, and nearly un-navigable (I think that’s a made up word) state is also the guest room. What was I thinking?
The wedding is less than a week away guys, and I must admit, the level of panic is mounting. It’s not cold feet. Just anxiety about the whole event–the big preparation and anticipation is maddening for someone with OCD. I’m feeling completely out of control. I need for the day to be here and be fine and I need to prove to myself that none of the crazy scenarios I’ve built up in my head are going to happen.
And then I need to go on vacation with my man. Just the two of us.