It's that time of year when most people look around the house, or apartment, and decide how much of the clutter stuck in closet corners--or even under the bed-- is worthy of tossing into the trash.
I'm a collector. I love books: books on photography, writing technique, cooking[I lost count!], mysteries. These are all books that are part of my comfort zone. My husband is always suggesting that I go through my stuff and throw it out or give it to a thrift center. Husbands like doing that, don't they?
My art supplies are stowed in the walk-in closet, very neatly--not bothering anyone. My easel stands in the corner next to our bed. It's been suggested that if something isn't used more than a handful of times, it's time to get rid of it. My artistic expression comes and goes like the tide.. I have two paintings that are in temporary limbo at the moment.
My photographic equipment is often in the Florida room[family room], ready to head out for a photo junket. I'm a very creative and cerebral gal. These possessions are part of what I am, what I love to do.
Spring cleaning in Florida—where the seasons don't seem to change? Nah..