I have a confession to make.
I am a hoarder.
I can't throw anything away for fear that I will need it one day. Like those size 26 jeans that I can't even get a toe in any more. I'm like "Well you never know!" As an aside, in my twenties, all I had to do to lose 5 lbs was skip lunch. Now I gain 5 lbs from looking at a slice of cheesecake. Ah youth.
Anyways, back to my problem. I am precariously close to being featured on one of those hoarding shows on TV. The problem is made worse by the fact that I have a bunch of different hobbies I've picked up in the last few years (when I was unemployed, a different story altogether), like are sewing and knitting. Both require a lot of supplies, and nothing brings more joy to the hoarder than the word "supplies".
We're only interested in definition 4, which means I STORE it because I NEED it.
Now that we have that straight, on to my work area. I use that term loosely because it is such a disaster that I can't actually do any work there. My mom recently came over and as my work area also doubles as our guest room, she was treated to a lovely sight. I apologized for the mess and she just laughed and said that's what a squirrel's workshop looks like. Because squirrels are hoarders too.
This weekend I hit the point where I couldn't deal with the squirrel's workshop any longer. It took me all day yesterday but I made it a workable space again.
BEFORE (so embarrassing):
It's not perfect, but I feel like I can breathe again.