Piles of fabric, piles of items for Mom's Secret Closet of Goodies (which happens to also be my sewing room closet), piles of baby toys to entertain the baby when she comes in to sew with me, piles of random things that apparently got deposited in my sewing room for some mysterious reason, you get the idea. It was a disaster zone. And it was driving me crazy.
I know there are loads of creative folk who thrive on chaos, and messes, and I love them, but I'm not one of them. The mess was totally zapping my sewjo. So I started going through the mess Saturday morning before the kids got up and kept chipping away at it bit by bit throughout the holiday weekend.