So as I look at my combo sewing room/ home office. I feel sense of annoyance.
Annoyance at myself for having allowed it to reach this state.
Annoyance that I am going to have to put it back together.
Annoyance that I am not a princess who can simply wave my hands and have it done for me.
So I am posting this, in the hopes that this publishing my disaster will shame me into action. Of course, I must acknowledge my own stubbornness. And acknowledge the perverse pleasure I get in bing stubborn.
Maybe I will change my ways.
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