Watching Paint Dry
For some time, I have wanted to revamp the studio. A collection of mismatched furniture scavenged from charity shops, the room never felt 100% comfortable. And so, in a moment where my brain seems to have shut off, I purchased expensive paint for the furniture and hunted down a cover for the sofa to dye to create some cohesion . Eager to begin, I spent much of yesterday clearing and painting...taking things apart and reshuffling...and obsessing. To the point where I couldn't sleep last night, worrying about which &*&^$ colour to use.
It would be fair to say that I do not do change well.
Currently the studio is in total disrepair and I feel anxious and unsettled. Normally very tolerant of mess and clutter, with empty walls or mismatched furniture everywhere else in the house, I simply can not stand it in there at the minute. It amazes me that such a small thing can have such an impact on work, but there being no "Irritable" days off in self employment, I will just have to obsess WHILST packing kits and crocheting my fingers off.
And I still don't know what colour to use.