2011 Final Countdown Task One

. . . I’ve Got The Piles . . .

And unlike in old westerns, when they say they have the piles, I don’t mean I have hemorrhoids.

I mean I have huge piles of “stuff” . . . everywhere . . . taking over my studio . . . about to topple over . . . so much in some of them, I couldn’t possibly find anything if I wanted to.

Do you have the piles, too?

Please tell me I’m not alone!

Our task for today is:

Clean up a pile.

Just pick one pile and clean it up.

Now, if you’re like me, and have more than one pile, I don’t expect you (or me) to clean up every pile in just one day. Just pick the one that’s bothering you the most, and work on that one today.

And if you’re not a pile maker, you can still leave a comment to that effect, just so the rest of us can be jealous (or make fun of you), then sit back and know that you’re already done with today’s task because you clean your piles up as you go. How can you live like that?

Now I know this next part will be frightening to look at (it terrifies me), and those of you who aren’t pile makers will be cringing, but here’s a few shots of some of my piles as of 6:30 this morning.

My desk. Pathetic. And yes, that IS a table in front of my desk. Doesn’t everyone have a table in front of their desk to catch the overflow? Obviously, I’ve been thinking it makes sense. Hello?

The floor. That’s mostly a pile of UFOs and supplies I have no idea what to do with. Decisions need to be made.

My island. It’s always piled, no matter how hard I try to keep it clear.

The stool beside the island. Obviously not for sitting on.

My scrap basket. Remember me saying I was going to take care of this every month so it didn’t get out of hand like this ever again? No? Good. Because evidently, I don’t remember saying that, either.

My scraps. I had visions of all of these fitting into that one biggest red bin that’s piled like a mountain. Said vision is apparently not coming to fruition just yet.

And please notice above that I said “some of my piles”. These shots do not include the pile beside my sewing machine, the pile beside the ironing board, the pile under the longarm, or the piles in front of the bookcase.

And you’re now wondering if you should nominate me for the next episode of “Hoarders”, and I’m hoping my daughter doesn’t read my blog.

Furthermore, that’s enough embarrassment for one day for me, so I’m off to go start work on the piles. I’m picking the smallest one first, and once I’ve tackled that one, maybe it’ll be motivation to do more.

If I’m not buried under an avalanche of something by the end of the day, I’ll come back this evening and post updates so you can see what I got done. You all need to give me some before and after shots of your own progress, and don’t forget to leave a comment here letting us all know that you did today’s task, so you’ll be eligible for the prizes.

Good luck to us all!

I’m going in . . .

Ready . . . Set . . . GO!