I’ve been thinking about sharing with you two bigger than my usual very short projects. It might help me to get started on them if I tell you about them. But being the last of the big time procrastinators, I’m going to wait another day or two before launching into those.

Speaking of procrastinations, I was chatting (via email) with one of the other MAM artists and she was talking about cleaning out her studio. GULP! Another one of my great procrastinations.

So glad to know that I’m not alone with my studio glut problem, though I have yet to start the clearing process myself.

Here’s an inventory as far as I can make out:

Faded moths, and butterfly wings, shredded bits of birch bark.

Dragonflies, some with wings still on their bodies, others just the wings, no body to be found.

Pods of poppy flowers that have long since shed their tiny seeds all over my drawing table.

Milkweed pods, some dried and empty, others with their silky seed parachutes floating through the room.

Desiccated amphibian road kill (frogs and salamanders).

Molted garter snake skins (often found in my woodpile).

Buds, branches and leaves of shrubs and trees, dried, some with insect holes, some a bit crumbly.

Various fungi.

Mouse skulls, deer teeth, pieces of crushed turtle shell.

Stones and shells of different colors, shapes and sizes.

Shards of broken glass and pottery.

Starfish and seahorses.

Paper wasp nests.

Egg shells and one whole egg that I don’t know where it came from and don’t dare open and hope it doesn’t ever break.

Cecropia and Promethea moth cocoons and their pupae.

A slice of dried kiwi.

Abandoned nuts and bolts, pieces of rusted car parts.

Feathers of course.

Not to mention bits of cloth, ribbon, paper, plastic, beads, buttons, empty toilet paper rolls, tissue boxes, mint tins, chewing tobacco tins (found on the road, not mine) and boxes boxes, boxes.

🎵“These are a few of my favorite things.”🎵

All waiting patiently (or not) to be made into…something – an assemblage? A puppet? A crankie? Or thrown into trash or recycling. (Yes, some of it Ruth you need to throw out.)

Luckily it hasn’t spilled out into the rest of the house yet…Well, some of it has, but in fairly orderly fashion.

Some day I’ll get organized. Until then…

Wish me luck!