One of my goals for this new year is to organize myself better. Organization isn't my strong suit, it takes real effort for me, but I recognize that when I am organized it makes a significant impact on all aspects of my life.
One area that grew to monster-like proportions during the busy pre-holiday season was my case of floss.
Not only is it less-than-delightful to try to find a certain color of thread in this mess but I've also jabbed myself with porcupine quills, more than once, that have nestled themselves in there. Also my ipod is in there somewhere but I'm reluctant to dig because of the aforementioned quills. (what? doesn't this happen to you?)
I needed to tame this beast but I don't like using the cardboard bobbins for floss. I liked the idea of clothespins though so I grabbed a handful of well-worn ones from the line and started winding.
It worked out rather nicely but since I had a limited supply of these perfectly greyed pins on hand, I fetched a couple of packages of new ones from the closet.
I looked at the new pins and thought "they're so... new." And it bothered me. They're perfectly functional of course, which is the point, but... and here's where I face the fact that I am, in fact, a freak.
Rather than wind the rest of my floss on those unsightly new pins, I decided to age them. I keep a jar of iron solution on hand for aging wood and for overdipping when I'm doing natural dyeing, so I grabbed it and got to work.
That's better. Some of them even look spalted, which is cool.
I'm still kind of shaking my head at myself for going through the (admittedly minimal) trouble of aging the pins. Why should that matter? It doesn't affect its function. I'm not sure why it mattered, but it did...
I'm not the only one, right?