So I'm going to blame Julie for causing the disaster in my crafty space today. We were talking on the phone the other night and she mentioned the perfectly organized stash of a mutual friend (Sue...no blog) and how she was going through her own projects for a Cross Stitch Garage Sale. (Click over for more info. Looks like fun and it's for a good cause)
Coincidentally, Dave left at 4:30 this morning for his yearly golf trip, and I'm looking at a 5 day stretch of being all by myself in the house. Well! My wheels started spinning and I decided that today was the perfect day to do a little cleanup and cleanout myself.
Oh Good God. After a couple of hours I almost gave up. These things always snowball on me. Little projects turn into major catastophes. But since only weenies give up so easily, I kept moving.
Before I knew it, I was moving furniture and washing walls and tearing up closets that I had no intention of even opening, let alone reorganizing. But what the heck. If I'm moving it, I might as well clean it, and then I might as well clean the space it left behind before I put anything else there.
Needless to say, I spent long hours today with floss in my hair and fabric stuck to my shoes but now things are (mostly) put away in a semi-organized fashion, and I can see the floor again. And it needs sweeping.
Wait. Do you actually think I'm going to show you pictures?? Not a chance. I have some pride...