I admit it.  I am a slave to my surroundings.  I must have things organized.  It is necessary for my sanity to know where my stuff is.  A place for everything and everything in it’s place.  That could go on my headstone and sum up my adult life. 

Here is my workroom with the orders in their cubbies all ready to knit up.  If the orders come in as they did last Fall this will be not enough space.

And the corner office that I though would be more than big enough.  Guess what?  It’s not!

I love all the windows (sorry about the light through the windows).  I thought there would be more than enough room for the sock stuff, apron and rag doll makings and tons of scrapbooking supplies.  But, alas, no room for the scrapbooking stuff.  So I’ll purchase some book cases and put it all in my very large bedroom with a work table and light.  It is a goal of mine to get all the scrapbooking supplies out and, yes, organized.  If you went by the documentation for the past 2 years, my kids have not existed.  I really enjoy scrapbooking, it releases my inner creativity and face it.  We all learned how to cut and paste in Kindergarten.

So today is more socks, a bit of planting and planning and laundry.  Basically my normal day.

Enjoy yours!