Just in case you really think I’m some kind of maven of organization, some kind of neat-nik needleworker, it’s time to burst your bubble!

There are days when everything – and I mean everything – in my work space gets away from me.

When I walked away from my worktable the other day, I snapped this photo:

And right now, I am desperate to find my tweezers.

I know they exist, because I have photographic evidence.

But somehow, they’ve gone a-missing.

Is it any wonder? my Inner Voice nags. Look at that mess. You couldn’t find Waldo in there if you had to!

Sometimes, my Inner Voice and I are friends.

Sometimes, we aren’t.

Tambour embroidery tools… trimmed beetle wings… miscellaneous spools of silk, of goldwork threads, of metallics…

Tools of every sort…needles, pencils… cotton threads on thread drops. Drawing pens.

Rulers…tapes…paper pricking tools…tweezers! See? They were there at one point!

Several pairs of scissors. Three embroidery projects on frames. More cotton thread on thread drops…

Interesting fact: this table currently represents nine projects underway in some form or another.

Oh…and I missed these. A few Lurking Dangers.

These little guys sticking up everywhere are the result of having a tabletop that’s really a whole ironing surface. The table quickly morphs into a glorified pincushion.

But to return to the more immediate problem: have you seen my tweezers?

I’ll give you three guesses what I’m doing today…

And I have a feeling it’s going to take me All Day Long. Nary a stitch will be stitched!

But come tomorrow, I’ll have my tweezers.

And my Inner Voice will be silenced.

And life will be orderly again.

And all will be well.

Amen.