my studio looks like a craft bomb went off in there.
i'm pretty sure there is fabric or felt or ribbon on every imaginable surface (including the floor, the ironing board, both tables, my chair, and several shelves). half-finished kid projects from art lessons abound. recently purchased supplies, baby gifts, and dollar store finds are still in their bags, cluttering up any remaining walking space. (and why must i save every scrap of paper? why?!)
and here i am--procrastinating all of my projects--so i don't have to go in there.
i just can't face the carnage. at least not today.