I have won some battles along the way, like the glass-fronted narrow billy bookcases to organise my fabric and yarn stash (the husband had wanted a deep cupboard to house the children's boardgames, which was one erosion of my space too far). I've also insisted that this time around, my wooden thread storage rack will be hung up straight rather than at a queasy angle (I'm picky like that). There are the lovely Ferm living scissor wall decals that I really really want but can't quite justify; I'll maybe get away with them if I promise not to use them to cut all his things out of the study-o. I have completely vetoed the idea of a filing cabinet - I don't think so!!
- bad, I know, but it's work in progress and definitely better than it was. Eventually, it will of course look like the beautiful workspaces I've been busy collecting over on pinterest.
It's taking shape, the study-o, but like most things here, that progress comes at a snail's pace. I'm not sure why really, when I have the two helping hands of this little miss by day (and often by night too).
Self-appointed ribbon sorter
Chief button organiser
She has also proved to be a very effective random scrap vomit generator. I can honestly say that I had no artistic control over the way the multicoloured scraps were assembled in this quilt top as she delighted in throwing my nicely-organised pieced strips around like a lottery winner tossing piles of cash in the air.
Please excuse the general carnage. My husband dubbed the quilt top 'organised chaos'; I like the way that references the general mood around here.
In other news, I have now enabled threaded comments on my blog, so hurrah for being able to reply to everyone beneath the post itself as I've long been frustrated by blogger witholding email addresses so that I can't say hello when someone comments. So please do say hello, and I'll say hello back.