Zip. Zilch. Nada. There is absolutely nothing on my worktable.
Okay, probably some stray grains of embossing powder.
Now, I know you regular WOYWWers. You think you've got me. You think I've piled everything on the floor!
Well, there is some stuff on the floor, but it's not mine. It's a project of my boyfriend's: there was an incident involving a curb and our wheelwell lining, and he's sewn the lining back together with strong fishing line and is busy covering the joins with Sugru.
I don't know if I've mentioned it, but my boyfriend is pretty awesome, yes?
It is actually due to the wheelwell project that the table is clear, though: the table was called into service as a photo surface for pictures. My boyfriend also has a project-y blog, you see. He's a bit too busy to be writing posts at the moment, but he does take pictures so that he can write up projects later.
But all my stuff is neatly -- well, okay, mostly neatly -- stashed on the shelves where it belongs.
The poor table looks so bare and lonely. Don't worry, I'll soon have it covered in bits and bobs again.