I recently made the impulsive decision to re-do my desk. Over the last seven years, I've had the same desk surface, which I've loved and continue to love. But it's been propped on a variety of things that haven't optimized storage potential (if you know me, you know how obsessed I am with organization and optimizing space). I've tried propping the wood panel on an old tv stand, and saw horse legs. But then it struck me that it would be nice to have actual *drawers* that I could *label*. So I ordered these two plain filing cabinets (I have another one that I was already using elsewhere) and miraculously it works wonderfully. My favorite part was figuring out what kinds of drawers I need and then using my new label maker to declare them. There's one for "Stationary/Greeting Cards", another for "Active Projects", one for "Unfiled Documents", and others for "Office Supplies", "Pads of Paper", "Coasters and Bookmarks", "Crafts Supplies", "Electronics and Chargers", and "Cosmetics". I think I'm missing a few, but love that now I know exactly where things are and don't need to dig through a bunch of piles or boxes before I remember where the box of acrylics is or the loose leaf paper.
BTW I recently blew through all of the Marie Kondo Netflix show, and it was very inspiring. I won't share the photos of the mess I made in our living room.
Chris and I each grew up in a yellow house. Down the street from our apartment is our favorite house. It's so symmetrical and has great big windows, and the sweetest little dormer windows. Sometimes I pretend that I'm independently wealthy and will one day move into this house. I made the mini version for Chris several years ago, to pretend that it's actually our house after all.
This is the scene I mentioned earlier that is a flashback within a flashback (actually... within a flashback because the whole story exists in the memory of myself in 2016).
I'm still working on it, and might end up splitting the text of the last panel into another one, but hoping it comes across clearly.
This scene fits in with the central introduction of me as a child, pouting because of my own sensitivity. My grandpa happens to be telling my dad about how my mom learned to swim, and how at first she was afraid of the cold lake water. I'm hoping this will juxtapose well; I go from being really scared of fishing to alerting my whole family that an alligator is right near the dock. The goal is to show my childhood self through a similar growth in hardiness/courage, and how that was inspired by both my grandfather and my mother.
We'll see how it comes across once it's colored and inked!
Hannah Dunscombe is a painter and portrait artist based out of Mansfield, MA.