|Just stuff! Boxed and stored right in front of my worktable.|
|More stuff! This time in front of the desk.|
|The old fixtures removed from the house and dumped into the studio.|
I can, however, mount a defensive approach--meaning I can defend my own space. I've been to the studio and gathered evidence. These photos prove all. There's is no disputing the fact that my space is under attack, and I intend to defend it strategically: using guilt and exactly enough whine, I will get this "junk" out of the studio! Most of it belongs in the kitchen, but I don't care if he throws it in the trash, so long as he gets it out of the studio. He won't. Throw it in the trash, I mean--he'll haul it in, clean it up and put it away.
|Our mattresses from the spare bedroom, used for several|
nights when we couldn't sleep in the house, but now
stored in the studio because we can't get into the
bedroom to put them away.
|Boxes of filled jars meant to hold the gate so the puppies have a place to hang out.|
|The church pew from the living room stored in the studio|
and used to stack even more stuff.