explosion...

my studio looks like a craft bomb went off in there.

{it's embarrassing.}

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.

{perhaps tomorrow.}