We all know that I am a hoarder. That my greatest fear, per the items in my basement, is that the world will come to an end and fabric stores will cease to exist. I have PROBLEMS. Because everyone with common sense knows that if the universe implodes, one would need an ample supply of People Magazine and Cadbury mini eggs. Duh.
Mental note: purchase additional copies of People Magazine and an instant-diabetes-sized bag (or 5) of Cadbury mini eggs from Sams Club.
But seriously. I have spent the good part of 2 days tackling the mess that is my basement. And by basement, I mean the corner that has been overtaken by Hobby Lobby bags. Never before OPENED or TOUCHED Hobby Lobby bags. If my basement was a world map, the "Hobby Lobby" section would be Russia, after it ate all of Europe.
I HONESTLY understand how people can live with 43 cats and 17 years worth of poop. I. get. it. Because it's like this: every week or so, when we have company over, I take the 1-2 Hobby Lobby bags sitting on my dining room table, and walk them down to the basement. Where, apparently, they tend to suffer from irritable bowl disease that results in the crapping of sewing supplies all over the freaking place. My philosophies on not cleaning/organizing it include:
- It's only going to get worse, why waste the energy?