So, my craft room, or chick room, as I like to call it, has long been a place that brought to mind images of me gingerly picking out a path to wherever I wanted to go trying to avoid deadly obstacles. Of teetering towers of boxes that stood as nifty little reminders of the great "combining of the assets" from when my husband moved in with me. We never got around to organizing, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. So, I spent the last, oh, month or so, slowly reclaiming my haven. Don't get me wrong, it still has boxes, but they are on shelves now and everything is out of my way. More importantly, everything it out of my table's way. You know, so I can like, sit at it, and stuff.
Anywho, so I reached the final stage of the cleaning process today. The floor. I used my Spot Bot to clean up the spot where my fingernail polish remover spilled (Spot Bots are awesome, by the way, anyone with carpet should get one), and vacuumed up the last reminders of what the room once was. When all was said and done, I made myself a pot of tea and stared at my floor for a bit. Not the room as a whole, but the floor. Finally I realized that the carpet was trying to tell me. This is how that convo went:
Me: Why am I staring at the carpet?
Carpet: Because I'm so clean and nice looking and you haven't seen this much of me in a year and a half.
Me: Holy crap, my carpet is talking to me. What did I put in my tea?
Carpet: Would you just listen to me?
Me: Sorry, you were saying?
Carpet: I was simply going to remind you about that wire blocking kit you bought a month ago with the intention of fixing that lace scarf you knit two years ago. I would be perfect for that. Plus, my room has a door, so you know what that means...
Me and Carpet: NO CATS!!!
Me: Good idea carpet. Thanks!
So, I busted out the kit, and got to blocking. I gotta say, I like using the wire MUCH better than thousands of t-pins. Waaaaaay less of a pain. I think it'll turn out nicely.
Pics will be posted later.
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