A Small Step to Organizing

Yesterday I added to my stash causing me to feel guilty about the clutter I create by not managing it.  The sun was out today and the view from the living room window was more beautiful than it has been for several days.  I took this as a sign to do something and not just think about doing something.  (Why, you might ask?  The sun makes me feel like moving and the rain makes me feel like I should hunker down.)

The sunny view today from my living room

So it was time to do something around my "work area."  (Note the avoidance of the stash.  I'll tackle that bigger task later.  Hold me to that, OK?)  Paul is very tolerant about my knitting obsession, but there are times when this fastidious supporter gets a bit frustrated.  So before that happens I moved to organize my stuff in the living space we share.   (Thankfully my stash is a mess in a separate room with a door that closes behind it.)

Where the magic happens as well as the mess

Tah dah!  Amazing isn't it, yeah I agree.  See the thread on the table I used to sew up the ruffly scarves and sparkly white beads on the doughnuts.  The baby sweater I'm working on is drooped over the arm on the left, plus my trusty Wisconsin coaster sits anchoring the sweater pattern.   Opposite is the yarn in blue and white I intend to use for either another baby sweater or bibs and in the plastic bag on the arm is the sweater I just dismantled since its front and back didn't line up because I had used two different types of yarn.  (What was I thinking?) Another ruffly scarf is in the bag snuggled by the pillow that somehow doesn't get crushed with me in the chair.

You can't see the collection of leftovers in a rather large bag between the table and the chair or the books and other knitting accessories on the other side.  Paul is a saint to put up with this; he has to look at it every day.  I, on the other hand, leave the house 5 days out of 7.  (By the way, I love that pink pillow.  It doesn't match the decor anywhere in the room, but it does suit my back, thus the emotional attachment.)

Mid-cleanup

 (Note the sun is shining, I should be outside but, no, I'm cleaning inside!  Perhaps I could have checked the weather forecast yesterday before I washed my car.)  Like every cleaning I get around to doing, I manage to make a bigger mess at the start.  Here's the migration of my stuff from the "work area" to the kitchen table.   There are 4 scarves here in varying degrees of completion, my new stash from yesterday and a plastic bag of knitted kabobs and sushi pieces in process.  (Can one actually mix these two cuisines together in one bag?  Well I do.)   Most of this was in an ottoman with a top not shown in any of the photos.  The coffee thermos lost in the middle is for motivational support; the caffeine kick was a must for this job.

After a relatively short time, this

Cleaned up??

You might say, this is it?  Well, yes it is.  What you can't see is the bag is gone from between the table and chair , the accessory mess is straightened (not gone though) and the kitchen table can again be used for eating.   A minor success is still a success in my book.

Now I can continue thinking about arranging that stash, a task better done next week, don't you think? Thanks Paul for tolerating this constant clutter and for motivating me to organize without saying a single word about it.