You see, I’m a hot mess, but I flatter myself to think that I hide it well. That is except for my dirty little secret. Our home is warm, clean and tidy until you find yourself at the top of the stairs. The thoughts and ideas that wrestle around inside my head have manifested themselves in what I like to call my workroom, or what would be a workroom if any work could be done in it. It is beyond messy with sewing projects in one corner and flowers and ribbon in another. An easel and paints have nestled themselves among our mini library and the carpet has been replaced by my scrapbooking paper, sewing patterns, and stacks of photographs. Yesterday, after my daughter got stuck in a lampshade??? I knew the time had come to act on my resolution to be more organized! Wish me luck!