As much as I have enjoyed reading about how neat & tidy everybody thinks my new craft area is (and I have... it is very nice..!), I am afraid I cannot live a lie.
I am the messiest person I have ever met. I wish I had met one of those hoarder people they show on bad current affairs telly, just so that that wouldn't be the case, but I haven't & I am.
My lovely new craft cabinet is so very neat & purty because I've not actually done any down & dirty crafting there yet - just really used it as a bench for the few days it has been in existence.
I am already having doubts about my ability to happily pull out my machines if and when I want to sew, and then.... put them back. I hope that I will feel somewhat obliged to keep the space tidy since it is in the lounge room, mostly because Le Punk would get up to mischief aplenty if I left it all "undone", but the reality remains to be seen.
My Mother has photos of my bedroom from various stages in my childhood - in most it is hard to even see the bed, if not impossible.
Which brings me to my "other" Creative Space I boasted so happily about yesterday.
That space meant to inspire my artistic sensibilities & creative vision.
I have MANY excuses as to why it looks like that, but I doubt any of them would really fly.... I mean, I can only really blame Punky for the stuff she can reach, can't I?
Basically I pilfered all the nice crafty stuff & placed it ever so prettily into my new cabinet - laying this area to waste.
I'm going to clean it up.
Really I am.