DeWalt, you are my homeboy

One of the best purchases Joel ever made was a real corded drill, not one of those rechargeable doohickies, but the kind that pulls power from an outlet. Hours of unlimited tool time! Which came in quite handy today when Ben and I tackled my "art studio" renovation.

The previous owner of our house was a stained glass artist, and when we first toured the house I was envious of her workspace in the basement. Stained glass debris must really set a place off, though, because my piles of unfinished projects just weren't doing it for me anymore. It's a small workbench, nestled between the deep freeze and the water softener/sump pump/hot water heater. Glamour defined. But it has potential, and it's a great place to make a mess, replete with sturdy surfaces that are meant for nothing else but to be painted on, soldered over, and otherwise damaged.

We made a lot of progress today, mainly clearing off the workbench and moving my paints to a newly installed wall shelf. I also have a place for my soldering tools, which need some love and attention. I have that super-cute Sally Jean Alexander robin's egg blue soldering iron, and I feel a little sad when I see it sitting on a shelf, almost begging me to make something. ANYTHING! And then my incomplete collage projects. So, so sad. But, hey, at least all of my tools are easily accessible now. And I did manage to bring up some items for our Spring Clean-up day, too.

Then I had to go around the corner to my craft room and see all the unfinished projects calling out to me in there, too.

Ben and I walked upstairs, turned off the light, and closed the door.

Tomorrow is another day.

Probably not a day filled with creativity in the basement, but another day nonetheless.