As a child and young adult, I was highly disorganized and survived flying by the seat of my pants. Honestly, just by the britches. As an adult, I need more – at least a pair of suspenders and granny panties.
I’m not a clean freak. Seriously, I just looked up, and I think my ceiling fan is growing a fur coat. However, the idea that my wooden beads are spending the night in the same drawer as my paint makes me sweat. My stencils are in the drawer with my glue gun. I think. That makes no sense!
And where the hell are my scissors?
And selling at a flea market? Well…..
It’s what’s causing this mass chaos. At least it put a fire under my pants. And suspenders. And granny panties.