As we’ve discussed, I’m a confirmed slob. Things were much better when I had a roommate, but once left to my own devices, things just went downhill.

My mom likes to nag remind me that if if I would just put things back where I got them, things would be so much neater.

Sigh. Why oh why don’t I put patterns in an envelope when I’m done? There must be bits and pieces from 20 different patterns in here.

I’m excavating the sewing room. It was to the point I couldn’t see to sew anymore.