I think I'm finally coming to the end of the mass reorganization.

I hope.

The aforementioned junk box has been cleared of its junk. Entirely. I'm currently storing some empty jars in the box, as a matter of fact.

(Side note: Is there a market for one more person to make votive candles using baby food jars? Because there's a limit to how many I need for storage, and with a small ravenous child in the house... But I just can't bear to throw them away, knowing full well that it would probably cost the same to purchase the same little jars whether they're filled with baby food or not.)

The last thing I need to do is sort out my silver, figuring out what stuff I can realistically reuse and what's going in the scrap pile. But even that's almost done; I picked up a little box yesterday for the teeny silver beads that kept sliding under the dividers in my larger box.

And it goes further than all that. My straight knitting needles are organized in two zippered cases. The circular needles are stashed in a PVC pyramid we constructed out of 1/2" pipe just for that purpose. The yarn is all safely in its drawers in the closet, organized by color and fiber. Even the scrapbooking paper is in a 12" file box now.

Which makes me wonder: can I get back to just making some jewelry now?

The organization thing is a blessing, a curse and a compulsion. Once I get started, it can't stop at just "Oh, I have all the beads in boxes now, that's good." It has to continue until I'm at "OK, I've organized the gemstone beads by shape and size, the pearls are in three separate boxes, and the hematite and mother-of-pearl have their own box because they don't go in the other categories..."

It's kind of like what would happen if Monk was a little less germaphobic and a little more creative. I get this feeling like if I start making anything new, it'll be that much more difficult to maintain this organizational scheme.

Damn. I knew I shouldn't have bought that last bead box.

Labels: art, beads, craft, jewelry, organization