I cleaned my office.
You don't realize how intense this was. It was like Mary Poppin's bag, where all magical crafting things come from...except also a disaster of piles upon piles. There was no floor to be seen in any of its' 10 sq ft.
Above would be all my fabric scraps. Organized. By color.
Heart is bursting with pride. Like that feeling when the house is clean, the laundry done, and fridge stocked. As if your life is almost put together. With a bonus of bunting hung on the ceiling.
Small life victories for the win!