Now I am reading blogs.  Yeah, dangerous.

My home is mostly clean.  Clean compared to what it has been anyway.  I can see the countertops.  And I don’t think the fire department will condemn us, as there are clear paths to all the doors.  Or at least, not that much stuff to leap around.

I need to make something.  I have two UFOs  (Unfinished Objects).  A skirt that I cut out and then set the piece somewhere.  And a bag, which is several pieces, rather complicated and made entirely from recycled materials (except for the thread).  I even went so far to photograph it in progress.  And yet it is not done.  I decided to wash the slightly icky straps, thrifted from another bag, and hang shelves instead.

Bah.  No glory.  I smell like shelving and think DH is sound asleep somewhere around here.