Sometimes I wish I was Mary Poppins

Because then cleaning and organizing would be so much easier, (and I'd have an awesome carpet bag of holding) I mean, how lovely would it be to be able to just snap your fingers and have a room clean itself, I'd even settle for a small space at a time, like my sewing area. It kind of looks like a tornado hit my craft space and danced around a bit, possibly with an Irish step dancing troupe and a polka band, before moving on...
No really. It's that bad.

I ask you, how the hell am I supposed to be able to do anything in that space??? (and this was cleaned up a bit) So I decided that my crafty space needed a makeover and it needed it bad.

I allotted myself an allowance for new shiny organizing bits and then spent a day at IKEA (no really it was pretty much the whole day, we started out with breakfast in the cafe there and then left for a movie, came back and had lunch in the cafe and finished our shopping) I acquired shelves in several forms and drawers for my patterns and trims and the ridiculous amount of yarn I have purchased for the Spartan project. It was a blast! and I stayed in my budget, which is always nice.

So *snaps fingers* TADA!

  I love it! it's so much easier to work now that I have a space that is cleared off and it's easy to find all of my tools and I even had my dad make riser blocks for my sewing machine cabinet so I'd stop sacrificing the skin on the tops of my knees to the sewing gods.
If you look you can see my small, but growing, army of Spartans on the shelves. Once they are full I will box up those Spartans and fill the shelves up again and again until I have reached all 300 (223 days down, 658 days to go) Which actually brings me to the Spartans this week! These are some of the farm Spartans, unfortunately I wasn't able to crochet as much as I wanted because my hand was hurting really bad all weekend (probably from the crocheting I did do)
Here are numbers 22, 23, and 24 (one more and I'll be a 12th of the way finished!)

22 is going to a friend from my days working in St Louis, Anjle!
His name Rhaskos.

Number 23 did have a home, but the guy who was supposed to get him has disappeared (and I'm really ok with this, he was an immature ass) so now poor 23 is homeless.
His name Ovidius

Number 24 is going to my friend up in NY Allyson! (miss you!)
His name is Erebus

Well folks that's all for today, I'm going to go snap my fingers at the dishes in the sink and see if maybe, just maybe, I can make them wash themselves.
Stay crafty everybody!

P.S. don't be shy! I promise the donate button won't bite, especially if you feed it a dollar or 2 *winkwinknudgenudge*