At first glance, our "family room" looks like any other family room. Not perfect, but not a huge mess. I could have straightened out the pillows and folded up my blanket before I snapped the photo and it would be fine. But underneath this calm exterior... I'm hiding a dirty little secret. I have beading supplies stashed everywhere! They're here under the TV:
This is my craft storage. It's really the furnace closet, but I needed somewhere to stash my stuff and the space wasn't being used for anything else. It started off with just a big tub in there with my bags of beads all in together. As my stash grew, it became a couple containers with little bags of beads sorted into bigger bags by color. After I outgrew that system, my darling husband (who is a clean freak who probably wishes I shared even a little of that philosophy) built some shelves there on the left hand wall for me.
I sorted all the beads by color and I keep them in containers on my shelves. As you can see, I've been switching over from the cheap and abundant ice cream buckets (dear husband is also an ice cream lover) to a slightly more sophisticated system of clear boxes. My cord is on the sop there, also sorted by color and size. Sort of. And this is all fine and dandy until I drag some things out for a challenge and a few more things for a custom order and then a few more things for another project. Pretty soon, every horizontal surface is covered with beads and cord and partially finished projects.
Every once in a while we are expecting company (or dear husband just can't handle the mess any more) and I have to clean off the surfaces. That mostly means sweeping everything off into the nearest box - usually the one in which my newest acquisitions arrived. Then the box gets shoved into the closet on the floor. Eventually there are several layers of boxes. Interspersed with photography props, macrame boards and random lengths of cord I've saved from other projects (I'm going to use those up for earrings. Probably. Some day.).
Before I know it, I have a great big mess. I was looking back through some photos the other day and came across this one from three years ago.
Just look how much neater everything was! (We won't mention how much less stuff I had.) I always have good intentions. Really, I do. Every once in a while I get really motivated and sort through all the boxes (usually when I can't find something I want) and put everything back in its place. And I start all over. Until then... it's a closet and I can shut the door and pretend it's not a pile just waiting to come tumbling out in a gloriously shiny, stringy mess.
So there you have it. My dirty little secret: I am a closet slob. Literally.