Mom, you might need to divert your eyes. You raised me better than this. Everyone else, contrary to the following evidence, I was not raised in a barn.
I am a fraud. All my talk of organization, and de-cluttering. "A place for everything and everything in its place," I always say. Yet, hiding in a corner of my bedroom is my "craft studio." (What? It doesn't qualify as a studio? I suppose it's all in your perspective. I'll be sure to show you my husbands "office" sometime - it was formerly our coat closet. Seriously. Did I mention that our house is small?)
Let's see... Random fabric, half completed crafts, a wedding photo, a shell, various glass jars, supplies for future projects. Notice under my desk. See the bin to the left with fabric on it? Yeah, that would be this project, still in the same state as it was when I last blogged about it.
"Hi, my name is Kristin, and I'm a craft slob."
(in unison) "Hi, Kristin."
Wow, letting that out has been so freeing. Its quite cathartic to confess my "craft studio" sins. It is also motivating. You can all be my accountability partners!
I will check in later today to show you my progress...