I failed at ruthless yesterday and devolved into heroic. Although I dusted and moved and organized, only one book and a pile of tile coasters were put aside for the thrift store. Only occasionally was I mesmerized by a story. Only occasionally did I stop to read a word or two. I did set aside a few books to read soon, but mainly I was heroic with my organizing.
All the ink and pens are together….and dusted.
The big fishing tackle box of pastels is easy to access. I didn’t open the box, but I know all those sticks of luscious pure color are still in there.
The little sketch books are together as are the pallets and water color boxes.
All the threads are together as are all the lamp clamps. I can find the safety pins, and the sewing box with the small delicious things like bodkins.
The water color tubes live in a separate tackle box down there on the bottom shelf next to the radio I don’t know how to run.
Two bookcases left to sort.