My office is destroyed and I can't blame anyone but myself. This is what happens when I do too many different kinds of programs and it's Spring and I really just want to be outside and in the gardens and not inside putting things away.
What's the mess?
Craft supplies for 2 different crafts and books to prepare for bird stories for Migration Celebration are in one suitcase and the cart. The other suitcase holds the props for my Appalachian Sampler program--mining items ,quilts, bonnet, turpentine, scrip, etc The spiral binder was out because I needed to make more ghost story books. The box and the pile on the table are recent mail, new books and magazines. The other box is from the new CD player I bought after I broke the one I took to Ohio for the ballads program.
The desk is overflowing with mail that needs to be sorted. A bag of books and a quilt from the Appalachian program still need to be put away.
Stuff from my storybag that I won't be using today at Vandalia are on the computer desk, along with a bear puppet and the birthday gift for my oldest son that I was supposed to take to family reunion, but now will have to mail. The Flatwoods Monster was a gift from my good friend Jason and he is where he is supposed to be!
Books from recent research for blogposts, notes and folders jam the other end of the computer table.
And the suitcase full of ballad books from the Ohio workshop isn't even in these photos. Neither is the puppet stage from the Ripley workshops or the sound system plugged in to charge for today. Or the fingerpuppet craft I'm working on in the log room for Vandalia and for summer programs.
I offer a lot of different programs and workshops and each one has its own requirements. It keeps me busier as a storyteller to have such a range of possible presentations, but it's also a lot to keep up with. If I was a more organized person, I'd put everything away as soon as I got home. Instead, I head out to the garden, write on my blog, respond to email, hang out on the patio with my hubby, talk to sons and friends on the phone--or just go to bed if, like Thursday night, it's almost midnight when I get in.
So each program's remainders have piled up over the past month and I have no one to blame but me. There is only one thing I can do:
Close the door.