It’s a bronze-colored squeeze bottle of my favorite brand, Aleene’s. (I had to google the brand name spelling since I don’t have the bottle handy to double-check.)
I can’t find it anywhere. I need it, pronto, for a project that is going out in the mail today. I really don’t want to pack up both kids, strap them in their carseats & head out to the art store just to buy another bottle when I know it’s in that mess somewhere. Not to mention, I’ll leave the store with a bunch of stuff for more fun activities that I really don’t have time for.
Creative people need a lot of stuff. (There I go again with that word, stuff!) I have boxes and cases and bags of stuff to make other stuff. I’ve recently discovered that I have done a project from every aisle in Michael’s. (Great coupons on that site, by the way.) Isn’t that crazy?! It’s taken 32 years of ongoing arts and crafts to accomplish that unplanned goal! Woohoo for me!
Anyway, the point is I have so many supplies I could seriously start my own shop. See that bookcase full of junk? I have another section of the house dedicated to knitting, another for paper goods, another for beading & jewelry making, another for painting, and another and another and another. Oh yeah, and a very large section of the basement dedicated to making things prettier.
Organization is key, but I have a really hard time finding the time to keep up with the constant additions to my creative whirlwind of paraphernalia. Sometimes I even rope the kids in to help, especially when it’s their art supplies. They’ve got quite the collection going already, too. I guess it’s only natural seeing how their mother exists purely through creativity.
Back to why I started writing in the first place ~ if you can see my glue in those partially organized artsy-fartsy shelves, please comment below and let me know. I’d really appreciate it. Thanks