One of my current, most important goals is getting my workroom cleaned up. It is so bad I don’t even want a before picture to see where I’ve come from, and it is really impeding my ability to get any work done. The photographs and fabrics are the worst, so of course, I’m leaving them for last.
This morning I began going through boxes of mementos of my past lives and actually throwing out a bunch of stuff. I really did not need 6 copies of the press kit from a show I had in 1980. Then I found a photo I’ve been thinking about for a long time. This is Robin, age 3, waiting for Mommy on a bench in the Field Museum, while I was busy photographing something in the cases. Note how she is guarding my purse.
She never saw me take the picture. Thanks to the magic of Photoshop I was able to take a tired, faded print and make it look like new. It was a great distraction from my organizing fit.