Sitting in my studio this morning I got an email from a student having issues reconciling a stitch count against one of my charts and so, I replied that I'd knit up to where she was in the chart to figure out what was going wrong and get back to her ASAP. I set aside the hours old, newly designed test sample I was knitting for my next class and grabbed the class knit-along sample so as to answer her question, then I glanced around at my work station and realized just how far gone I really was. I decided I really ought to conquer some of the storm that is my studio first. And so, I took this picture. Sometimes I need to be reminded. I'd love to say this photo was staged, but it wasn't.
On my desk I have class materials for three different classes, test swatches and samples for three designs - six actual on-the-needles items, a class sample, yarn that needs to be wound, charts that need to be digitized and notes and tools and books and tools and notes and and and... Holy crap! I know where and what everything is, but it occurs to me that if I were to die right now an investigator might calculate this mess as part of the cause of death.
When was the last time you took 5 minutes to organize your forest so as to see the trees?
