Ah, To Be Free as a Bird

I started to clean my workroom this morning. Hah. It's tidier, at least in one corner, but I didn't get rid of much. Mostly it's an exercise in moving scraps of paper from one surface to another. Do you keep your old drawings? What about all that stuff you could use in a collage someday? odd ends of mat board?  promising squares of fabric? (what is the promise, considering I don't really sew any more?) I lasted about an hour.