Remember a couple of months ago when I spent 3 days cleaning and organizing my craft room? It’s been a real pleasure being able to walk in and work whenever the mood struck, without having to clean up first. So this morning I got up extra early, intending to paint some fabric.
As a reminder, here’s a pic I took a couple of months ago:
See those two shelves above my work table? Here they are this morning:
Wait, where are they? OH! There they are! On the freaking floor!
When I walked in and saw this, the first thing my befuddled brain thought was, “I’ve been robbed!” Then I realized that, as valuable as all my “stuff” is, that’s probably not what happened.
Earthquake? I wondered; but no, it’s pretty rare to experience one of those here in Central Texas. I guess that the wall anchors just finally gave out after 5 years of holding up tons of books, equipment, and supplies.
Once I started digging through the mess, I realized that, fortunately, there were very few casualties; a plastic container holding my markers:
and the latch on a case:
And some debris (vermiculite from a crock pot that was sitting on the top shelf):
But all in all, it could have been much worse.
Needless to say, I didn’t get any fabric painted.