Not being one who is predisposed to tidiness
this happens to be the entire tipsy stack of books
which I've read over the last year
[and maybe a bit beyond]
piled as I laid them,
or [some] not,
seen in complete disarray this afternoon.
This is a very graphic example of how my mind works.
True confession ...
such as it is.
Recently, I found myself in need of an awl.
Not necessarily desirous of a new one
it came to my attention I might acquire one used ... not only for a lesser penny
but in the company of vintage needles tah boot.
Fond as I am of my grandmother's needle collection
these additions felt irresistible
for in this group were some larger eye sizes that I also happen to need,
of good quality, made in England
and which includes that delightfully historic Army and Navy Needle Book.
Here is the fine fella, Mr. Awl, now home to roost. Still good & sharp
all that was required was a bit of cleaning on the wood handle.
I've left the heavy duty thread in place for the sake of posterity,
a reminder of tasks long past.
and about to be put to further good use
[although not on this work smock ... slow going with hand stitching here].
But returning now to my opening tale of order ....
In my last post I happened to arrange a collection of objects
that capsulized in an image what "home" symbolizes for me.
To my great surprise, I found enormous pleasure in this kind of organization.
So in a similar vein,
and because I find particular satisfaction in bringing this kind of
order to things, here's another. I daresay
it might be quite some time before I'm similarly motivated
to produce order from the untidy stacks around the place.
: : :
My longtime blog friend, JJ Worden, left a swell link in her comment on my
last post ... she wrote:
"this reminds me a lot of an 'organized neatly' theme on tumblr
and is my head aesthetic though what comes out
looks nothing like it."
Worth taking a long scroll over on that Tumblr theme HERE
if this particular kind of head aesthetic appeals.