Sometimes, I'm organized and I manage to keep my patterns in fancy labeled folders, most of my pins are in the pin box (except for the ones that inevitably escape and land under the Mr's foot) and my clips are in their fancy pickle dish. Because, if I don't use my fancy pickle dish for clips, when will it ever see the light of day? Maybe I need to get out a fancy trinket box for the pins so that they want to stay home and stop roaming.
At any rate, no matter how organized I might manage to appear on the internet, that insane fuzzy fabric the Yetis insist on flies EVERYWHERE! It is like sand on a beach. It ends up in places that are unimaginable. So the thing you don't see is the vacuum cleaner sitting next to me that I try to run like one of those fancy bags on a sander. Hey! Someone needs to invent that. Scissors with a fuzz collector.
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