And another day lost?

But of course I should mention that, between errands and a small amount of stitching, I finally made visible progress in the disaster room. So perhaps it was not a day lost to stitching – altho I do have my priorities.

I actually have a floor!I found it under piles of “stuff,” hiding its hardwood glory. I am certain that actually there will be more to find under the remaining neat stacks of boxes, containers, fabrics, and finishing supplies. Oh, yes, yarn. Can not forget the yarn.

I am certainly not done reorganizing, but thanks to Noah’s help, the desk is in a more useful position.  The draws still need to be cleaned out and organized, but that mess at least doesn’t show.  I found more books and audiobooks to go in my free book box. Also, unsurprisingly  a lot of skeins of floss were tucked here and there in packages, bags, and on the sewing table.

Realistically, I am somewhere between 20-50% done. After all, this organizational disaster didn’t happen overnight, in a few hours, or even in a few weeks. I need to set realistic exceptions…..right?  And figure out what I do have, what I want to work on or finish and find new homes for all of the rest..

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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