



I did the 'big clean' yesterday. You know what I mean - you work on one room (I painted my office/studio) and then you get carried away and it spills over to the whole house. You know that point though when you're entire place looks like a bomb went off? Everything is in the wrong place and messed up. Then bit by bit everything finds it's place. I noticed my living room is completely designed with rubbish. Everything you see was given to me, or painted or created by me, or found or bought at a second-hand shop or tag sale. It's the 'Rubbish Redo'.
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