Desks. Why can I never have a good desk?
I've had a coffee table that I could only kneel at, I've had a desk hidden behind a huge birdcage, I've had a tiny desk with angular cohabiting boy's elbow always sticking over into my space knocking my ink bottles. I've worked sitting in bed with a drawing board across my knees, and at borrowed desks, and evil desks that collapsed onto my feet.
But I've managed to make the situation stupider than ever. I have no drawing desk at all because I left the one I had behind at the studio that I left a while ago. And I can't draw at a table that has a computer on it any more than I can draw at a table that has food on it or a pet or anything at all but art materials. Also my computer desk is too high anyway, when I work on it my hands go a funny colour after a while and my shoulders get cricked.. There's nothing for it, I must go to IKEA, buy a new desk and make space for it. So much for the days of having an almost sensible looking bedroom.
I've decided to buy a couple of very small ones so I can have one for the computer and one to draw at, and angle them into the room if needs be.
I really must get rich so I can afford a studio, this is bad for the soul...
On the good side, I've been tidying and tweaking my blog a bit, especially the sidebar, and my website as well. I'm quite pleased already, might even change the blog layout a bit more to give more space to "feature" links like craft instructions, videos and such.