purgatory

i am purging my studio, and it's not pretty.
yet.

in the mid 80's i lived on the shore of lake ontario.
the day before yesterday i listed my entire hoard of beach glass on ebay.
i couldn't imagine throwing it away.
shouldn't someone want it to make all that jewelery that i never got around to?

the disassembling, packing, moving and ranting goes on.