I even cleaned the studio. Well, parts of it. The floor, for example. (Cleaning the jumble of art supplies on the table Ain't Gonna Happen. It'd take me months to get such an efficient clutter going again.)
Also, I traded for entirely too much art. I have fifteen pieces I have to frame, and that's exercising restraint. I could redo the entire house in Furry Chic. Someone oughta write an decorating book for artists--there are so many that advise you to frame favored postcards and black and white photos and hang them as art, but I've yet to read one that mentions how you deal with having an art collection into which a Brazilian soccer team could be lost and forced to resort to cannibalism.
I have so much art to upload that I'm just gonna do a few a day, I think, lest it be glutted. But today we have "Dragon, Lollipop, Turnip," or "Dragon, Turnip, Lollipop," or something like that, because I can never remember what order the title is supposed to be in. One of the small little portrait miniatures I did for Furfest. One sold, this one didn't, and James is threatening to abscond with the miniature of the Donkey and his Goldfish, so the status of that one may be up in the air...