to, in an effort to clean up, decide to put all the random thread together, and find out that it fills up an 18 qt bin. This was just the unsorted stuff, this was not the wound bobbins of floss.
If I may be so frank, WTF have I been doing all these years?
Was this, yet again, the product of being chronically disorganized? I just bought and bought to offset the disarray and, instead, added to it? Or was it deeper? I know that, in times of great stress, I have a horrendous habit of turning to my stitching to feel better, and there have been times when it took S.E.X to fill whatever "hole" was open in my soul. And I do remember in the summer of 2006, there were some pretty damn big holes to fix. But this, this is RIDICULOUS. From what I have, apparently, I spent a lot of my 20s filling holes that others dug for me. Ugh. I guess because I had it all spread out and didn't have to look at it together, I could fool myself that it wasn't that much. But it is . . . and it's got to stop. But at least I am acknowledging the issue. And trying to stop it from spreading. That counts for something, right?
I went to Lowe's last night (had to get the storage tote that led to this discovery). They always have good storage solutions on their website, so I took a look in that aisle. Not a good idea--the best things they have are for closets, and they seem to be more geared for walk-in closets, which we don't have. I don't want to put my things on wire shelves that would sit out in the room; to me, that looks as un-put together as having it in plastic bins all over the place. I will keep looking. One of the benefits to where I live, being a college town, there are lots of places to buy used furniture, and we'll go there to look.
Thank you all for sticking it out through the whinging and whining. I promise this will end soon, LOL. I will get myself together!