It's amazing the difference twenty-four hours can make!
Almost everything is back in order in my sewing room, though Rudolph seems to have decided to jump from the wall and play Peek-a-Boo...
My wall of embroideries, cross-stitches and vintage fabric will get re-arranged better when I next re-paper the wall - up till now it has just been a case of bang-a-nail-in-the-wall-and-hope-it-looks-okay...
Far too many boxes to fit under the worktop. One day I will manage to reduce what I have, but it's not likely to happen any time soon!
I still love this sampler I made when I was expecting Miss U-t-B. Babies may not keep, but she's still mine, even at seventeen!
My scrapbooking paper and washi tape topped chest of drawers is still looking cheery...
Lots of little bits of vintage sewing paraphernalia on top of my button-filled mini chest of drawers...
More hand-me-downs from Miss U-t-B - her changing table (made from an old, school, typewriter desk salvaged by Mr U-t-B about thirty years ago), her first dolls' house and a rag doll I made her...
And her little Russian Doll...
The blanket box, filled with fabric (I think you guessed), looks tidy...
And even the noticeboard has got an orderly look about it...
Shame the same can't be said for the burgeoning heap in the corner of the worktop...
And the pile behind the tea-trolley!