So, for almost three years, now, I haven't really used my work room. I've been sewing in other locations, for various reasons. As a result, the work room became sort of a neglected storage area, where boxes and bags of random crap were just tossed in to pile up, so they'd be out of the way of the rest of the house. It has become the Deepest Darkest Jungle of Borneo, and I've been afraid to even approach it.
A couple of weeks ago, Jason suggested that I just peck at it, a half an hour a day, while the baby's napping. So, I did. And, amongst the dead spiders, and encrusted coffee mugs and dust, I've discovered long-lost treasures, thrown out bags and bags of unwanted and unusable detritus, and found myself actually having a weird kind of fun.
AND NOW IT'S ALL CLEAN!
I mean _clean_. Everything is in its appropriate drawer or box, and they're all correctly _labelled_! I sorted my _pins_! The Goddess of Chaos has given way to my hidden virgo. So, here for your inspiration and amusement, are my humiliating Before pictures, and my triumphant After pictures! Yay!
The Impassable Entrance Way:
Before:
Now:
The Enormous Mountain of Crap, Under Which Were Buried The Boxes The Crap Belonged In:
Before:
Now:
The Unworkable Workspace
Before:
Now:
Now, of course, I'm afraid to make anything in there, because I don't want to mess it up...