Nestling In
Looking around my new place, two months after moving in, I’m fairly satisfied with where I am, layout- and comfort-wise. Not forever, but for now. Except I need some more furniture, and there need to be fewer cables and power cords tangled in my living room, and my piano still needs a permanent spot and my art desk is a hideous mess and there are two growing piles of Random Crap on the floor in the living room and on the counter in the kitchen and okay, maybe I’m not that satisfied.
But it’s home. And that’s something.
P.S. Hey, what do you arty types do with delicate-ish sketches that you don’t want to throw away but don’t want to frame? Like, the pastel drawings that are currently littering the table in my entryway. What would you advise me to do with them? How do I store them? They need to be AWAY. Off the art table. (I specifically need suggestions that won’t cost much. I’m poor.)
P.P.S. I’m a little drunk and I love you guys. OKAY? I LOVE YOU GUYS. LEMME JUST GIVE YOU ALL A HUG OKAY
