The enormous mess that once was my wool pile is no longer. No, I didn’t do something utterly moronic like get rid of my wool, instead I did something I am sure my mother will be very proud of.
I put it away.
I don’t claim to be the worlds tidiest person because that would be a horrendous lie… I do like to think I’m not the worlds messiest person though. Even I get to a point though where I realise enough is enough and something has to be done about the mess.
The mess in question on Saturday was my wool which was spread through the house in a variety of bags and on a variety of surfaces. I dragged all of it out into the lounge and moved two small storage unit book shelfy things beside the big bookshelf, then set about tidying it.
Me being me, I needed some sense of order to the project so naturally put the wool in colour groups. Pinks together, blues together, greens together, purples together, orange and red together… you get the idea. There is one little square of storage that can’t really be ordered and that is my ‘special wool, don’t f**king touch!’ square of wool. This is where my pretty merino sits, the nice 100% wool, basically anything that I am in love with.
Took a while but the process was finally completed and I have to say I am pretty dang proud of my efforts.
… if only the rest of the house was quite so easy to organise (let me not go into the hours we spent in Emersyn’s pigsty bedroom yesterday!)
The new and vastly improved wool storage space
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