I can't go to the auction. I don't have any room for even one more thing. Things have got to go. This is not a pretty picture.
In fact this is indicative of a very troubled person. I am having a yard sale. I am cleaning out this space. I am not bringing one single thing into this space until I have finished all the projects I have.
I started making a for sale pile. It is a very large pile. It will get much, much larger. I'm so proud of myself. I went to the Goodwill and bought a perculator.......wait....oh crap.
Ok, back to the task at hand. My pile is getting larger, I actually have a path in my space. Nice. I have to run into town for a prescription. I will not stop at a yard sale. Oooooh, I think I just saw an aluminum Christmas Tree....damn.
STARTING AGAIN, ONE MORE TIME...
Dig, dig, dig, pile, pile, pile...hey look a vintage Barbie Doll clothes pattern. I have to sit down right now and make Barbie Doll clothes. What?
LA, LA, LA, DOOP, DEE, DOOP, DEE, DOO...NOW WHAT WAS I DOING?
Holy crap, could someone please arrange an intervention for me? Saturday, July 8 and 9, 2011. Yard Sale. Unless this all collapses on me and I am buried alive beneath it all or I get sidetracked and end up making tutus for yappy dogs. I have a pattern in here....somewhere....