she's crafty, she gets around

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(Yes, I know it's trite to quote Beastie Boys in this context, but the song gets stuck in my head every time I look at these boxes, so what are you going to do about it?)

Craft supply boxes. If the idea for this project didn't come from the need to organize and cull decades of arts-and-crafts supplies, well... it should have. Let's see how many of these craft boxes I can tackle today.

a stack

and a pile

First, let it be known that all four silkscreens are now in the same place. This has been the subject of some debate over the years, and it is now settled.

all in one place, now

I can tell from the get-go that some division is in order here. Sub-categories of craftiness, from sewing and string to pre-packaged projects to really useful tools with whereabouts previously unknown.

The pile becomes smaller piles:

old paint

paint brushes

"rubber stamp goodness"

And here I am again, asking myself the same questions I ask every time I get knee-deep into some subset of boxness: Do I need this stuff? Is it worth saving? Will I ever use it? Could someone else put it to better use?

I don't have the answers; perhaps I will once I investigate the contents of these eight (eight?!?) boxes.
 

spring clean-up begins

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It looks worse than it is. Really.

really

The blue room is still mostly organized.

mostly

The stuff all over the dining room table is mostly beads from making necklaces for the will this knife release.

mostly

The sister did something in the den or went looking for something or something and now all my craft supplies are sort of spread throughout the house, but at least they are mostly still in boxes.

mostly

Mostly I'm looking at piles of crap that need to become stacks of crap in the blue room.

Damn it.

(drags crap down the hall. stacks crap in the blue room.)

The sister brought home a new bookshelf for me a few months ago, and it's just been hanging out on the front walk all this time. It deserves to come inside.

yes, that's the door panel to my 1997 Saturn SC2 on the left.
what's your point?

(drags bookshelf down the hall.)

(well, the sister shows up after I drag it into the house alone but not before I get it down the hall. so she comes home to "you wanna get in the house? help me with this.")

The other night, during her den-cleaning project, she also accidentally gave me two rolling drawer units, which need a home and a purpose.

(drives drawers around in circles through the house in an attempt to express love of and appreciation for them.)

now what?

Somewhere during this annoying dragging-and-driving escapade, I find something useful.

three-hole punch!

The next installment of this series will involve actual opening and cataloging of box contents, so help me god.

However, speaking of junk and spring cleaning and such: there's a RUMMAGE SALE on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at Carson City Republican HQ. The proceeds from the sale are going to help PKD and I attend the Leadership Institute's Public Relations School this fall. If you have things to donate, let me know and I will arrange to pick them up!
 

a box of busy

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Although I have been aware of just how busy I've been, I'm a little surprised (chagrined, really) to discover that it's been more than two months since my last post. However, I have things to show for my absence; namely, this:

a box of blunderbusst

Yes, the BLUNDERBUSST album will this knife is finally finished, released, and ready for your enjoyment. 

You can listen or download for free and also order yourself one of the physical copies so lovingly reproduced by our friend J3SS at CherryBear Records.

In the process of creating and releasing this tiny masterpiece (ahem), I made several box-related messes throughout my house. Next on this list is to clean some of that up. I suspect there will be a massive giveaway of old craft supplies when that is complete...