I don't know how many of you doubted my last post. (I sort of did too, its okay.) But I'm extremely proud to report that I was successful in my mission.
I'd like to say that I floated in there with a smile on my face and hummed happily to myself as I picked through everything and put it in its happy little nooks where it sighed with glee at finally having a home.
But that would make me a dirty liar.
I didn't want to do it. But more then not wanting to do it, I didn't want it to be messy anymore. So I did it. Oddly enough, it only took three hours, no where near the epic event that I had built up in my mind. (Its given me courage to battle a mini mess downstairs. Wish me luck on that one.)
Lest you think I'm being overdramatic, I give you proof of the heinousness:
How does this continue to happen? I think I finally figured it out.
That there are the baggies of embellishments/threads/materials that I put together when I was in Open Studios at the International Quilt Festival - a year ago.
I'm a pile maker. And while the piles aren't messy, there are a lot of them and they don't seem to get put away until I become homicidally irritated with them and want to set them on fire. (What's even worse is that I've only finished one piece that I started then. Oops. When I realized that I left the baggies in tact so I could do the others. Do you see a cycle here?)
Last weekend Mary and I visited the almighty IKEA and each picked up some organizers from the children's section. I already had one and picked up a couple more. I ended up putting them all on top of each other and building a tower of organization.
It resulted in this:
And no, I did not simply push all the baskets into the hallway so I could fake photos of a clean studio.
I'm totally digging this arrangment. Pushing those two tables together have given me quite a sizable work space. I can't wait to make a mess in there again. (Although I am apparently concerned that the world will run out of scissors (I have seven pairs), glue (I lost count of how many bottles I had) and matte medium (I plead the fifth). I am all set on those three counts.)
Which is a good thing because I really do need to deal with this:
This is the pile of completed and work in progress pieces. Its big. I don't know what to do about it. Its something to work on.
My motivation is waning, it doesn't help that Dooley just jumped up on the sofa and laid his head on my leg while I'm doing this. Hmmm...soft warm westie cuddling, overcast grey day, big thing accomplished and no need to be anywhere. What a lovely day.