Small moments in the work area.

 I thought I would share random pictures I shot in my work area in the old garage.  I started working in this area when I was moving my art supplies out of what is supposed to be the spare bedroom.  The problem is I can't quite get everything out of the bedroom because I am having problems with sorting and deciding what to purge and what to save.  I admit I have too much stuff!!!!!

I like the silver tongs holding the egg.  I had envisioned it on the tray with words but it just hasn't bloomed into anything but this. I wonder if anyone can guess the words I thought of when I was formulating this concept?

Don't know why this picture is upside down.  I love this old hymnal.  The worn red cover.  The binding is totally gone and the paper is very, very, fragile and some pages just tear when you turn them.

 My trusty drill and various drill bits.  Don't you love using a paddle bit and watching the sawdust churn up out of the hole.  It is very satisfying.  I thing I could drill holes all day.  Hmmm...  Maybe I need to do just that.

 This poor baby doll was one of my garage sale buys.  The head was used on the rust brothers.  Not sure what to do with the limbs.

Another picture that turned upside down.  A cup of rusted nails with an old pill bottle of assorted small items.  Always a good idea to have rusty nails on the standby.

This silk blossom found a home in the masking tape.  It may think its safe from the torch.  And I finally found my small magnifying glass.  I wondered where that went.  I've been looking at my house with the focused eye of a flashlight like they do on the CSI programs. 

And lastly my brushes.  I had someone joke about the number of brushes I have accumulated.  I buy cheap and I buy garage sale, estate sale art supplies.  I work hard with my materials.  I do make an effort to clean them when I work but there are occasional interruptions that leave brushes in water for days or the forgotten brush that dries with encrusted paint or other medium.  

Sadly, none of these items will be touched this morning.  I have promised to go to my mothers and help clean out her garage.  She has a junk man coming to pick up junk and furniture that she left behind when she rented her house that have turned to rust and kindling.