I SHOULD be knitting, I SHOULD be sewing, I SHOULD be doing an unbelievable amount of other things. But instead I'm laying down a ground rule for myself that this sh*t will be organized before I even consider reopening my shop and getting busy with the sewing again. My room is a depressing nightmare and it's dragging me down like the "Beast" in Peter Benchley's novel.
So that's what I'm doing. The bed is currently stripped of linens for laundry, and there's a scary pile of fabric I'm about to tackle with folding and sorting. In order to preserve that teeeeeeeny tiny shred of dignity I have left (use a microscope, put it on 1000x magnification, and you'll see it!) I'm not going to post a before picture. Sorry. But there will be after pictures! Okay, just one before picture because it's so hilarious. Queen Rowan wouldn't even move for the Mount Vesuvius of fabric.