We all know that hobbies come with supplies. Whether you collect stuff, build model airplanes or create art, you need supplies. Especially if you do art. Which I do. And not just one kind of art - I dabble in pastels, felting, fiber arts, watercolor, acrylic, quilting, and mixed media.
And there's the rub: mixed media. It means that I can find a use for almost anything, which, of course, means that I need to add it to my collection of supplies. Even stuff that most people would pass up, I see inspiration in. Old dominos? I could use those. Second hand dictionaries, one english and one french? I could use those. Mountains of small formica sample tiles? Better stock up. Samples of laminate wood flooring? I could use those as a base for a mixed media piece: cheaper than canvas, and it's recycling! Partially used spools of thread? I would hate to be in the middle of a project and run out - I should probably get at least seven. Bags of yarn from the 1980s - for FREE? I'll take as many as I can fit in my car. Piles of small boxes? I'm sure I'd find a use for them the minute they drive off in the recycling truck, so I'll just hold on to them for now.
And then there are the legitimate art supplies. Those pads of scrap booking paper that Michael's occasionally offers
for sale at 40% or (gasp!) 50% off? How can I pass that up? Stamps? I'll need alphabets in several different fonts, as well as nature prints, and flowers, and swirls, and shapes, and... Of course, you can't stamp without ink pads, so I'll need one in every color. Canvas? You bet - some small, some large, some medium, and a few more small. Colored pencils, crayons, paints, brushes, pastels, beads, fimo clay, wire and glue. Each item in itself is not much of a problem, but when they add up, you get this: a room scattered with fabrics, papers, stamps, boxes and books in an attempt to "organize." Somehow, whenever I organize, things always seem to get worse before they get better.
In this case, things have been "worse" for a few days now as I attempt to fit all my supplies into one room in an orderly manner. Add to this the complication of sharing this room with the ducks, my office supplies, and three rabbits and all their supplies. It's not looking good. At this point the only thing I can be grateful for is the fact that at least the rabbits are not artists. They seem much more interested in destruction than creation, as evidenced by the shredded phone book that Clover is, at this very moment, ripping up and tossing around his cage, and the numerous pads of carpet that I have had to replace once they are reduced to 1/3 their original size and a pile of carpet fibers strewn about their cages.