Originally Posted by
pennyhal2
I love my mess! I used to be gulity about having a mess and working in it unti I saw a photo of Einsetin's office...it was a mess with books all over the place, the stuff on his desk was so deep that you couldn't see the desk, papers hanging out of the bookcase, books strewn all over or in high stacks, etc. and.... I got over the fact that I enjoy my mess! When I look at it I get inspired. When I see a gorgeous fabric stuffed in a corner, I feel I'm looking at a piece of art...and who would cut up a Picasso? When I buy fabric, I feel like I am buying art.
I've made a lot of quilts over the years and I save some of my favorite fabrics to use on the back where they can be kept whole.
Ah, Penny. A woman after my own heart! I don't worry about the mess. It doesn't bother me. I try to keep it controlled. Sometimes I even succeed! But I don't worry about it. Once in a while I tidy up and try to find a more organized way to keep some things, but I don't stress about it.
About insurance, I know an estate appraiser who works with insurance companies to ascertain the value of items damaged or missing after a catastrophe. You do have to show the insurance company that you had items worth the value that they were insured for. She told me to take lots of pictures and keep them in the safe deposit box. I need to redo that thumb drive now. It hasn't been done in several years.