The semester has been over for almost two and a half weeks.

This means, of course, that I am running out of ways to entertain myself. Right now, I read about a book a day, take the dog out multiple times, and am spring cleaning to my heart’s content.

So far, I’ve cleaned out my dresser and my closet, and under my bed. I’ve got three boxes/bags to take to a thrift store, and another box of books for the Sigma Tau book sale we’re putting together for next semester.

The only thing left to clean in my room is the chest of drawers that hold all my crafting supplies.

In one of my more inspired purchases when I moved out last year, I picked up an Aneboda 3-drawer chest (the larger one) from Ikea to hold all of my yarn and stuff, since I wasn’t feeling the wire shelves I had before.

I have a love/hate relationship with this chest. I love how big it is. I love how it fits perfectly where I put it, I love that the drawer fronts are opaque but you can still sorta see what’s inside. I love that all of my yarn and fabric and other random craft things fit inside. I hate that I can’t remove the drawers, and hate that the bottom is solid—if only because I had a knitting pattern floating around the top of the drawer, and it slipped back and to the bottom, and took me forever to get back out.

I will probably tackle this chest sometime in the next week. It’s the only thing I have left to clean, and is a random mess. I keep shoving things in it, and not pulling things out. I am hoarding yarn I’m never going to use, and need to actually organize better what I have in there. I would love to be able to put my green sewing box1 in there, along with the purple Caboodles2 box that hold all of my circular knitting needles.

I’m also feeling crafty, which means I’ll probably start sewing things up when I clean out the chest. I need a case for my sunglasses, a case for my laptop, maybe another skirt, and a tote bag to take to the farmer’s market on Saturday mornings.

I don’t know what I’ll do when the chest is cleaned up. My book pile is steadily dwindling—only 15 left, which is the smallest it’s ever been—and I walked out of the bookstore last night without buying anything. I guess it means I’m not really in a reading mood.

  1. It seems to be a rule somewhere that everyone’s grandma had a green sewing box to hand down. All of my friends who sew have a green box filled with old notions and threads that their grandma lovingly collected.[back]
  2. I’ve had this box forever, and keep repurposing it for stuff. Originally used to hold my makeup in middle school, and then hair ornaments, and now knitting notions. And who knew Caboodles was still in business, making boxes?[back]