My Art Supplies Are My Babies

So I admit it. My paints and brushes are not just art supplies; they're my babies. Last weekend, while everyone was having a barbecue in the backyard, I decided to sneak into my studio under the guise of needing 'inspiration.' Instead of working on that commissioned painting though, I started rearranging everything. Moved my acrylics to face north because 'the light is better there,' which is just an excuse for me to micromanage my setup. And then came the real disaster: accidentally dropping a tube of rare cadmium red into the sink while washing brushes. That thing cost more than my wallet, and now it's gone. I pretended it was just the leftover ketchup from lunch, but we both know the truth. My studio smells like fraudulence ever since.