Okay, it's high time for another 'airing your dirty linen in public' confession. I am not one of life's naturally immaculate people (I can hear my father snorting from here). Barely controlled chaos is more like it. Case in point - the shelves in my office stroke craft room.
There is some order to it, honest, but you might not guess it at first glance. As I look at them in the cold hard public light I ask myself many questions:
Why do I still have a copy of 'The Idiot's Guide to Baby Names' hanging about? Because believe me, that boat has well and truly sailed.
Couldn't I find more attractive storage boxes for my fabric paints than those ancient Pampers wipes cartons?
It's August - do I honestly need a Halloween lantern or my set of plastic Easter eggs to hand?
But in my own defence, I do know exactly where to lay my hands on the stuff on these shelves and they are one of the hardest working storage spaces in our house. I just wish I had the knack of turning functional into beautiful, oh and keeping it tidy.