Thankfully I managed to reach a semblance of organised chaos, I am by nature a fairly messy person so to reach the point where its driving me mad it must be bad!
Sorting all this crap out did give me a really good opportunity to feel smug about my recent acquisitions though... a whole box of sewing thread on wooden spools from a Ballarat antique shop, the new curtains I made for my new empty office, Seeing my children's books lined up all shiny on the bookcase. Sigh. Lovely.
Now I just have to tackle the disaster zone that is my workshop. the problem is is that tidying up is just never enough.... i want to re-organise, re-asthetic-ise and change all the furniture around.
I am also excited about the prospect of becoming a foster carer, I know it is very far off and I don't want to jump into the ex housemates grave but I cant wait to make the spare room into a kids room! At last! a reason to have all these lovely vintage toys, books and dress-up clothes!
I have thought about foster caring for a long time, ever since I started working in childcare, but l aways assumed I would have my own family first... now i have realised that at nearly 30 I'm not exactly sure what I was waiting for after all! roll on the challenge.