I'm only responsible for 95% of all this clutter, I mean, color

...that is our bedroom.

I can always tell when I have had a wide variety of events for which I need to do some writing, or presenting, or some such thing.  

I need to figure out what to wear.  Does it express what I mean to share?  Does it still fit?  Will it be comfy?  Will I be able to dance in it?  How cool will the night be?

Ove the past couple of weeks there's been bunches.    

If my mom was still around she'd be rolling her eyes 

and a small puff of disapproval would be heard.

I look at this, laugh, sigh, and now will make things right.

Tomorrow we'll be back to the norm.

P.S. If this bothers you, you don't want to know what my jewelry stack looks like.

P. P. S. After an hour of uninterrupted work. Whew.