Admission of Guilt
I’m going to do it again. Tattle on myself. I just can’t help myself. It’s pathological really.
I was going to take a picture of my sewing area as proof, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Then I thought I would grab a hoarders picture off the internet, but the pictures were so horrifying and intimate at the same time, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I can’t believe I’m going to admit this. Ok, here goes…
I hate putting my pattern tissues/instructions away.
After several projects in a row, there are piles of them everywhere around my sewing room, waiting to be folded and put back in their envelopes and then tidily filed away in the storage cases I bought for them hoping to inspire order and serenity. What is it about those damn pattern tissues? Why is it so hard to figure out the original factory folds? Is it some kind of secret origami torture? Why are they always at least triple their size in width and all fluffy-like when you try stuff them back into the envelopes? Why do those stupid envelopes always tear?
These pattern tissues will be the death of this OCD/perfectionist I tell you! So when I can’t get them perfectly factory folded in their envelopes, they just sit there in piles around the room, staring at me reproachfully. Some of them, I kid you not, glare at me.
Does anyone else out there suffer from this cruel malady? Is there any hope for me? Is there away to achieve factory fold perfection? Or am I doomed to become a de facto hoarder?