I am disorganised.  Really disorganised.

At work, if I say I’ll do something, I’ll do it.  I’ll probably even deliver it early.  I can find that document you need from 5 years back, can write really detailed training instructions, and can set up an event for 5000 people (although the latter does tend to give me palpitations).

At home though, it kind of all falls apart.  I’m the sort of person who has been known to have long conversations on the doorstep with people who have turned up unannounced, rather than let them in the house to see the chaos.  I do try, but it’s not the right sort of trying….  I may occasionally put clean clothes back in the laundry basket because I can’t work out quite how to fit them in my chest of drawers (because I never throw anything out.  I have clothes covering 4 dress sizes in there).  If I know someone is turning up, I put pretty much everything in the kitchen cupboards, wardrobe or under my bed.  Wool is stashed in so many places that it’s like Christmas some days when I open a bag hidden somewhere in a cupboard.   Most of the time though, Pog Towers is mostly in a state of barely contained chaos.  And that’s ok, because Norman and I can manage that.

The only time it becomes a problem is if someone unexpectedly opens some of those cupboards…

Yesterday was Big House Day (Sister 1 and Little Pea come and do my cleaning every other week).  I hide everything in cupboards on the Sunday evening and when I get home Sister 1 has cleaned and somehow made it all look bigger.  She doesn’t open the cupboards so I can put what I like in there.  Except yesterday, when she very kindly, and very bravely decided to clean my food cupboard out.

I got home to find this:

It was a fair point: I tend to keep food through the seasons, and, as it turns out through the years.

The bit that made me giggle most though was this:

Over the weekend I’d made some blackberry vinegar for me and Sister 1.  One of the ingredients is white wine vinegar and there was a bit left over….but I needed the bottle to put the finished product in.  I stuck the extra in a jam jar and had left it on the workbench, but when I did my Sunday night de-clutter, I’d thought to myself ‘She’s going to think I have had a wee in a jam jar.  I’ll pop it in the cupboard’.  It seems nothing is safe though :o)

And in another demonstration of total lack of organisation, I made myself a jumper.  I couldn’t find a pattern I liked so I made it up.  I’ve done that before, but never written down the pattern, which is annoying as when the experiments have worked, I’ve not had a clue how to recreate them.  This time, my parents suggested I write down all the details.  That didn’t seem like much fun though, so I decided to go half way and write down the pattern for the sleeves.  This was what I managed:

By the time I got to the second sleeve it was pretty much guess work as to what any of it meant.  And I still have no clue what ‘7 loops’ refers to….  Still, it’s safe to say, it’s a one off; I’m still not entirely sure the sleeves match :o)