So this happened the other day:
I was having a lazy weekend breakfast with my beloved Mr Boo and he looks up at me, with his pretty blusih greenish eyes, and says sincerely:
“You know what, hun, your crafting corner is completely cramped, you hardly have any room in there anymore, why don’t you just move into the office, and I can put my computer in that small nook instead.”
And my heart skipped a beat.
And in my mind, completely and instantly, I had the entire layout of the office organized.
Workspace. And storage. STORAGE!
So much more space. More space to fill with more stuff. And I don’t really need more stuff. And I don’t really need more space either.
I took a deep breath, and mentally slapped myself in the face to wake me up from my paper-perverted fantasies and daydreams of world domination, and said… no.
And the collective scrapiverse screamed out loud.