IN MY DEFENSE, I WAS LEFT UNSUPERVISED.

I'm trying to break bad patterns and establish good ones before the old year ends and the new one begins, so today finds me knee-deep in AREA NUMBER ONE...my stitching WiPs and stash. I have been terribly lax in my "just try to keep everything together in tidy categories" efforts, so as soon as I finished my third big cup of damn good this morning (*), I went head-first into the fray to try to distract myself from not feeling good.

After only two hours of sorting and futzing and futzing and sorting and belting out Elton John tunes with Alexa, I ended up with nicely separated piles that then fit very nicely into baskets and bins I already had on hand.

(Note to self: empty the damn amazon cart that you filled with baskets and bins last night.)

I sorted into three piles of WiPs: canvas, cross stitch, and Christmas, and then put all of my charts and things I've kitted up into three baskets for the cube room studio. I'll need to go through those and sort into seasons and misc, but for now they're put away:

Then, since I was already in there, I gathered and piled all of my project bags and Bitsy Bobs:

And after a LOT of grunting and sweating and sweating and swearing, I stuck all of my WiPs and all of Christmas behind my chair:

(Yes, Betty, I absolutely positively cannot stand how cluttered that looks, but unless you can make this apartment grow another ten feet of storage space, you're just gonna have to ZIP IT and learn to live with it.)

So now it's 4:00, and after I take a nice hot scrubby shower and eat some chicken and rice (**), I'm going to see what trouble I can get into with some Wintery-themed charts and Mill Hill kits that I found during my adventures today:

I hope you had a wonderful day, Dearies! Are you all blissfully unaware of what day it is like I am, or are you really good and keeping to your routines? Come tell me all about it!

(*) I'm trying to get my sleep/wake cycle back on a healthier schedule...in other words, getting out of bed at 8 or 9 am instead of 2 or 3 pm, so additional damn good has been necessary.

(**) On the tummy front, I'm sad to report that today was NOT a good day at all. The two biggest problems I'm having are awful screaming mimis that are keeping me very close to the powder room, and a painfully distended/bloated abdomen that feels like I've swallowed a beach ball full of thumb tacks and cement. Ugh. So baked chicken and a little rice for dinner it is.