Is only a start, as it turns out.
This morning, the total and complete disorganization of my craft room/sewing room pushed me over the edge. I have been ignoring the chaos for months. Or perhaps the duration of the pandemic + a fudge factor? In any case, once I had dumped a basket of project bags and a stack of books and some notebooks in the room… well you get the idea.
The reason for the involuntary relocation was related to the expected noonish arrival of this wonderful cleaning team that comes through every couple of weeks, and scrubs. To do that, surfaces have to be uncluttered and floors findable.
And no, I keep that particular upstairs room is off-limits
And no, I am not going to provide pictures.
The walls in this room are slanted which severally limits shelf space which may or may not explain why things are stacked on the floor. I do have windows, essential for sanity. Some parts of the clean up were easy – take things out of boxes, put in project bags. Take stitching fabric out of storage containers, sort, place them in the small chest of drawers. Sort finishing and framing materials into one basket, return all the spools of various threads to their proper container. Round up all the loose skeins of floss and drop them into the appropriate zip bag. Etc, Etc, Etc.
George was kind enough to flatten all the boxes (these are the ones that stitching subscriptions come in) and deal with all sorts of excess packing materials and Noah carried the whole flattened pile down down to the recycle,
And, after eight hours?
I am nowhere near finished….