From Piles to Plains

I’m going to blame summer lethargy, but it’s probably more likely that a mild case of depression allowed me to let my room overflow with piles of mess. This was my space on July 10th, before I started tidying:

Piles of fabric & mending, leftovers from projects finished months ago, & odd piles of randomness.
And with a few days of concerted reorganizing with many garbage bags of stuff tossed, things set aside for friends and a suitcase full of flea marketable items, here it is this afternoon:

Clear expanses of usable surfaces and seating for three. Anyone want to come play?
But please don’t look in the pantry or the book closet or the hall where I have things stashed for friends to take away. Those spaces will be mercilessly attacked without delay. I will be making a few trips over to Shimbashi with promised household items for Amanda and Kevin and I’ve already booked a flea market space on August 30th. So all the kipple will soon be gone for good.
If any local readers want a pair of skis and boots, a Coopers beer brewing kit, a VCR, books, CDs, or any sort of miscellany they’ve seen in my place, give a shout before August 30th. Or come out to the flea market and get all my exciting things for “one coin” prices.