A Pace of Change

Sometimes abrupt. (although, not unexpected…. But somehow still feels a bit like a sucker punch)

So out of sorts. 

Things in boxes.

And while packing, the full implication of things hasn’t yet sunk in. 

‘Cuz you’re busy. 

Moving from one spot to another.

Or back to the first spot.

So some things are put away easily…. Others just in new spaces.

Can I find X?.... That is always the question.

I can visualize where that supply was in my other studio. 

Intuitively.

Funny how one studio is favored over the other. 

That was supposed to be the second studio. 

The spare. 

Not the main one.

But somehow, that spare became the main.

Smaller. More condensed.

Better organized?

Lol. Maybe.

I could find what I needed.

And still managed to have a sewing spot with an iron within arms reach.

And admittedly, sometimes there were mountains.

Usually started easily enough. I am making one thing.

Which led to something else. 

And then to get back to that first thing…. 

I know I just set it aside. 

Into this very small pile. 

A carefully, curated pile.

Some may think of this mountain as chaos.

I think of it as organized chaos.

And then just like that, our time was done in WI.

Cut short. 

Sadly.

Yet, oddly enough, the timing was perfect.

So on to the next chapter. 

xo. kristin