Friday 7 August 2015

Sandra shaming is a thing.....

You'll undoubtedly have seen those dog shaming photos which proliferate on the interweb.....





You get the gist.

More recently, cat shaming photos and memes have turned up too.....



Well, it turns out that Sandra shaming is a thing too.

I normally rely on the annual 'Where Bloggers Create' shindig to spruce up the workroom and restore it to it's once pristine glory.  It's just over two years since my workroom makeover, which took up most of the summer of 2013.

Here's a reminder.....

Since then it's gone through phases of being messy, then tidy, then messy again.  Sometimes all three in the same day.

However, during July this year I was away on holiday, and missed the blog party, so my lovely workroom also missed its annual deep clean and reorganisation.

Which goes some way to explaining why it currently looks like this.....






As you can see, there is nary a nano-millimetre of clear space on any horizontal surface.  In my defence, it's been a very, VERY busy week in the workroom and I did at least manage to maintain a narrow pathway on the floor most of the time.

I've made a few desultory attempts at tidying up this week but they've been a dismal failure. No sooner have I liberated enough space for a A4 cutting mat than it's been overwhelmed by a tsunami of tools and materials.

However, today it has reached tipping point.  

I cannot even find space for a waffer-thin mint.

So this blog post is by way of shaming myself into rolling up my sleeves, gritting my teeth and having a bloody good clear up and sort out.

I may be gone for some time.......  *sigh*


3 comments:

rosanna said...

No shame.... come and have a look at my bedroom....

Teddy said...

Ha! That's positively clear compared to the state of my sewing-room, where the floor also counts as a flat-surface that is all but invisible under piles of craft materials, tools, unfinished projects etc.

Teddy

Sandra Morris said...

In my workroom the floor is also known as The Big Shelf.
Some days I have to take a run up and jump through the door, over the piles of stuff to land (hopefully) in the small area of clear space by my chair.
You think I'm kidding.......?