I have a problem: Dysfunctional "Craft Room."
I have a solution: Get in there and Do Something About It.
I have a plan: Shiny new plastic tubs and bins!
So yesterday afternoon, I stepped boldly into the dysfunction.
Which means . . . entering The Danger Zone.
The Danger Zone of Distraction!
Because Tom found me a couple of hours later, sitting on the floor, weaving a potholder.
(Surrounded by EMPTY, shiny new plastic tubs and bins.)
(Please tell me I'm not the only one. . .)