Read into that what you will :) I try to be tidy, I really try but as anyone will tell you it's not something I am good at, even when I think I've had a tidy up. So I finally got around to sorting out my beads into a plastic box I found in the back of the cupboard. Waste not, want not, which is probably why take-away containers are recycled from the dishwasher towards my work space. Actually they are quite good for storage, they have lids that fit, and spare lids for the days when I lose the lid (and the plot) and the lids, by their very nature, tend to stay on, stopping the contents from rolling across the floor. I also don't have to cry when my lovely customers break the tub when sorting through the loose bead box at fairs - they can be quite heavy-handed.
So I've sorted into the 'found at the back of the cupboard' box, silver beads in one hole, blue in another, pink in another and so on. Now the lid won't close. I've looked at the back of the cupboard for another box but as Old Mother Hubbard found, the cupboard was bare (except for a big pile of non storage bumph which will come in handy for something else). It's the little things that irritate me, I can cope fine with the roof blowing off in a storm, but overflowing bead storage? Nope, it's annoyed me. I guess that's the Virgo in me, it's not quite how I want it to be so it irritates.
So I've had a long session with a big glass of white wine, sorting through the sorted beads (aka procrastinating) and have put strings of these together and listed in my shops on Etsy and Folksy and on Ebay.