I looked at my craft desk, and sighed. It was covered in project piles, not all of them my own.
I had this conversation with myself, since I’m doing all the talking, we’ll leave out the ‘she saids,’ OK? Because I said it all.
“I can’t craft.”
“Why can’t you craft?”
“My desk is covered in piles.”
“Why not put them away?”
“They don’t have their own place to GO AWAY TO, and they are important, if I don’t keep them in piles, I’ll loose their organization, or if I don’t see them I’ll forget to do them.”
“OK, they are organized, in nice piles, why not put M’s Lego’s back in his room, DH’s sweater in the give away box, the blouse you need to mend in the mending basket and put the paper away?”
“I can do that?”
“Why should other people’s stuff live on your craft desk?”
“Fair enough. But I can’t put the papers away.”
“Why?”
“Because then I’ll loose the organization, they are in PILES.”
“OK, keep the organization, put them in a binder. You scrapbook, it’s a like a project, you can use your tools, you could decorate it.”
My Mom gave me some used binders her office was discarding – I found one that was wrinkled, but plain. I 3-hole punched my patterns in progress (a onsie, and the mittens), the tutorial printouts on how to make knitting charts using Inkscape from the Knitting Penguin, and the chapter from
The Knitgrrl Guide to Professional Knitwear Design
on what to have done BEFORE sending your pattern to the tech editor. Then I punched cardstock tabs, and glued them to the first page of each section with a title.
“See?”
“Yeah, I did a craft.”
And my desk is clean. I even dusted it.