Rubbermaid and Ruminations

Here I go again harping on organization.  Although, there are only a few times I really think about it.  One, when I'm in a bookstore and I page through the Where Women Create magazine and see these phenomenal work spaces that have everything in order (some even by color and type).  I'd like to go to these spaces when the cameras have all gone home to see what they really look like.

Two, when I need something out of my storage space and it's on the bottom of a big stack of Rubbermaid.  I must say though that's a lot better since I did my recent clean out.

And, finally, when a customer comes over unexpectedly and I'm in the middle of a project that looks like WWIII happened the night before.  Then I just lower my eyes and put my tail between my legs and mumble something mildly coherent like "you should have seen it before I cleaned it up!".

Now I'm pretty comfortable with my mess.  I think that's better than "sorry Ms. Customer, I couldn't finish your dress on time, I was cleaning" spiel.  I just meet them at the door downstairs with the finished product.

There they won't see one living room chair that holds two concert dresses that need to be hemmed, a blouse that needs to be altered, and a bag of black fleece that will become a new cover for a white pillow.

There are three jackets on the back of the other living room chair that need to be taken in while on the seat is the material for bright green polka dotted roman shades for a little girl's room.

On one ottoman there is a winter coat that I will reline and another winter coat that needs a hole repaired.  The other ottoman holds a bench that is getting recovered.

Moving on to my desk there are four dining rooms chairs waiting to get recovered (my next post unless I come up with something brilliant to say in the meantime).  I finished one today and that's on my coffee table.

Along with the chairs is a secret project that I will chronicle by next week.

Can't forget my shelves next to my storage room that have two cashmere sweaters waiting to be made into bears and a mock-up for a skirt that I copied waiting for the customer to bring some material.

A dining room seat is eagerly awaiting the morning light so that it can be added to the finished pile.

So now, instead of disorganization, I am grateful to see lots of different projects.   I see Job Security!