So, I'm a collector, I admit it ... I think I get it from my Grampa. When I was young I remember going to his apartment and seeing stacks of stuff, from recyclables to random boxes full of china, books, velvet paintings ... his place was packed and he was content. I loved visiting and listening to music at his place. 
I'm older and wiser now, but I still collect things. At least it's not random stuff like my Gramps. I collect art supplies. As an artist I find that my style changes and grows with what is around me. Felties were born out of a bag of felt from the thrift store that was too small for another friend of mine. Leatherwork came about because of a bag of mysterious scraps that still have. $5 earrings came into being because of the sheer amount of supplies breeding in my studio.
Another problem that seems to reoccur is stuff getting waaaaaaaaaaaay out of place. Most of the time I can't find what I'm looking for anymore. I know it's my fault for not putting things back at times, but I would rather blame the fairies in my house for moving stuff around on me *lol*
So here' s my mess in all it's glory, enjoy the fact that I'm only showing you the studio and not the upstairs sewing room (which believe me, is worse) and maybe I'll find some long lost beads that will inspire me in a whole new direction :P~
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