What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Messy (A blog post where I admit my failings in order to prolong the inevitable .)


I am sitting in the Spare Oom which is not a spare room at all since there is no room for a spare bed in it. Rather, it is more like a "Catch All" room that is just big enough for our mansion-sized office desk and computer and my excessive amount of craft supplies and a very lonely cradle which has no place else to go and no one else to fill it. And yet, I still call it the Spare Oom. It fits, even though it doesn't. Kinda like my pants.

Last week (two weeks ago?) my sister (who is in the process of moving into her new home) asked me over to look through bags (and bags and bags and bags) of yarn that was left at her new house for her to take care of. It was 8 garbage bags (or cans) full, if I remember correctly. I was as good as I *could* be given it was free yarn *yarn is expensive, people* and in many cases there were skeins and skeins of the same color. How can a girl turn that down? I came home with two garbage bags full.

TWO garbage bags full. (And that was good?)

But you see, I left SIX garbage bags full of beautiful free yarn there. Let's think about it THAT way, shall we?

Even still, I really have NO room for more yarn. I have a LOT of yarn as it is. Dear me.

So last night I decided I would go through the bags again-sort it and find a place to put it. But the Spare Oom is SMALL, I tell you! And there is NO ROOM at the Inn.

So, the floor is covered with skeins of yarn that need a home but can not find one. The desk is full of paperwork that need stamps or filed or sorted. There are wrapping paper rolls because of a boy named Judah who can't NOT touch things to save his life (double negative. bad bad.) and there is a girl, who sits in the midst of it all...blogging.

I almost took a picture of the nightmare to post but couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I leave you with a picture of my foot (how generous!) that I found on the camera that Matt took. Proof that, winter, spring, summer or fall-I am usually barefoot.

But in the winter, it is decidedly more chilly.
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