Temper, temper

No New Year resolutions were made. Because I can't stick to them and I can't handle any more guilt when they crash and burn. Last night though, all my procrastinated plans for ribbon sorting came back and bit me on the beeeehind. Oh yeah. All I wanted was a length of lime green spotty ribbon. and in order to get it - I had to throw all of my ribbons onto the floor and get angry and hot. How grown up and big girl crafter is that!! Miss Dunnit was a bit alarmed and did not offer help. Mr Dunnit was much much more understanding. He says it was a reaction to some stresses we've been having over work. Well, I expect he realised it would be good to rationalise this mad situation! It was certainly a frustration. Actually, it still is - because in order to get to my stool and computer to whine at you about it, I had to step over it! Yep - it's still there. Almost as an ugly, writhing, snakey, knotty punishment. Well definitely, because let's face it, no-one else is going to sort it out, clear it up or even vaguely understand. Luckily, I'm over it already, and will finally do something tonight. I can't do it now because I'm actually working *cough* at home this morning. And I can't do it this afternoon because I have actually got to go into work. I hope I'll be in the mood for sorting and ironing by the time I'm free. Don't, do not, put money on seeing my sorted out ribbon collection in the next post. You know me well enough to know that would only happen if I have triumph and smugness to report!