Today is 011111. Or I suppose if you live anywhere else in the world, it's 110111. If we fell through a swirling vortex of time and landed in the Middle Ages, it could be 11011011. Which means "Û" in binary.
This thing with the month/day/year and day/month/year is hard for me to switch back and forth on. The Husband's birthday, according to our marriage certificate, has been irrevocably changed from August to December. We applied for a license in Texas and the girl at the County Clerk's desk interpreted the "12/8/1970" on his New Zealand driver's license to mean December 8th. The Husband wasn't thrilled to find out he's been downgraded (his word) from a Leo to a Sagittarius. Frankly, as a Taurus I find both to be inferior so I don't know what he's fussing about.
Since we're already swirling through a vortex of time, I thought I'd show you what my studio used to look like:
And how it looked this morning:
The picture’s not really doing it justice. It is spacious and streamlined and pleasantly clutter-free. In fact, I was so zealous in my reorganization attempts that I actually achieved something of a miracle (two more and I get to be a saint): I have excess storage space.
This is unheard of. Seriously. Throw in two more tricks like that and I'm Saint Beangirl. Um. Which doesn't quite have the ring of Saint Catherine or Saint Scholastica or even (a personal favorite) Saint Hilaria. But still. I'm impressed with myself (which clearly isn't very saintly behavior).
Did you know that Saint Clare of Assisi is the patron saint of needlework? Actually, she's the patron saint of poor eyesight. But I'm guessing you can see the connection. I mention this because my mostly-finished studio needs better lighting. I have not one clue how I will achieve this.