Well, it’s happened. Cold weather is here, and well, I have run out of wall space to climb, or put stuff. I swear, how did that happen. The workshop is becoming a museum of my need to collect strange crap. WTH? Like every inch. Hell I am even creating new little shelves inserted to hold the smaller crap. Yes, Crap. Much of it would be in a dumpster if I had not pulled it out and given it a home. Hey, one mans junk.. well is now my junk. I suppose it makes me happy, and treating it as art does have a certain reward. It frames it all in a different light. But the form is taking over the function, so I will be,, and have been starting to curate the stuff so it can be used and if its just display stuff? Well? Oh boy. I am not one to keep stuff that isnt being used. And yes, joy and memories are a use. So the work of work art can stay if all it does is bring joy to someone.