I am mentally unable to sew in starkly clean and neat surroundings. It gives me the willies, and I immediately must get
my shaking hand on a big hunk of chocolate and use the other trembling hand to help shove it into my by now twisted and drooling mouth. A glass of wine and dark sun glasses helps me to
regain my sanity, if I even have any left, staring at such an unnatural picture, meaning a neat place where one can actually, honestly FIND anything within minutes instead of days. And I still can't find a quilt I started for my son when he was about 6 years old. It's a lovely thing, I saw it about 4 or so years ago. I want to finish it for his 44th birthday next spring.