Denial - It's not just a river in Egypt

I have to get this off my chest.

Hello - my name is Laurin - and I am a crapoholic.

I don't know how it got this bad, but the first step to recovery is to admit there is a problem.

Step One: I admit I am powerless over crafting and all the accoutrements that go with it - that my creative life has become unmanageable.

Need to see the scope of my depravity? The shame? Read on, and judge not, lest ye be judged.

Before you even walk into my crap-room, and I will be calling it that until I can actually use it, you can tell there is a problem. And your worst fears are confirmed...

My sewing machine is somewhere under the desk. The desk is my sewing station. Yeah, I know.

I have attempted some organization - the tubs on the shelves are some of my stash, organized by fiber. I gave up before it was all done.

The cardboard box? That's my Kromski rigid heddle 32" loom. Isn't it purty?

It didn't happen overnight. But ten years of scrapbooking and now knitting, and soon to be weaving - I have accumulated a lot of stuff. I would blame the enablers who have detected my weaknesses, but that would be cowardly - so Gina, you are off the hook.

Next posting, Step Two.