I read a lot of blogs. This morning, I visited Stitched in Color, and her post was about a redesigned sewing room.
I love this sort of post. I would love to own a coffee table book filled with pictures of organized spaces. I know that's weird, but there it is.
I've actually toyed with the idea of being a professional organizer, but there's a problem: I hate people. I mean, I don't actually hate people, but they wear me out. I wouldn't want a job where my sole purpose was to make people happy with their stuff.
For one thing, people would want something different than what I wanted for them, and that would mean they were obviously wrong. This attitude may be a bit counterproductive if I wish for them to pay me.
So far, I have not found a way to earn a living from this devotion to organization. Nobody has offered to pay me for organizing their crayons by color even though everyone needs her crayons organized by color.
I realize this is a random post, but that's all I have for today. I've been working on painting furniture for a friend (last night and tonight involve purple paint and a coffee table), and I finished cutting out my quilt squares yesterday. A photo of a big stack of white 3" fabric squares isn't very fascinating, so I don't even have a photo for you.
Ooh, wait! How about this?
Maybe I'll try the double knitting again today at lunch. That should be good for a few laughs.