Here I Go Again...

I'm going to clean up my sewing room. Yes. Wish one of those television organizers would appear and help, but adherence to an organized life would probably not last very long. Since I'm on my own, maybe just clearing off my cutting table (read: location of all miscellaneous fabric, tools, books, etc. that have not been put away) is a good place to begin. Not only is the normal pile of fabrics there, but items collected from other places in the house where I've littered (brushes from the kitchen sink where I cleaned them and instead of putting them back where they belonged, dropped them here; the plastic cross stitch kit I bought for Mila, but failed to interest her, etc.)

Just last week all was in order; not wonderful or well-organized, but clean and cleared. Even my desk was orderly -- all papers filed, no coffee rings, pens and pencils put away, dusted. Some people never learn to make cleaning after themselves a habit...no matter how many attempts have been made, how many resolutions posted, how many oaths pledged.

The one thing I can do is get it done when the realization of just how bad it is finally becomes apparent. So rather than clean up after myself each day, I'm reduced to a weekly horror show.