I am buried in boxes. Surrounded by stuff. Engulfed in ephemera. You get the picture? I've been a very good girl, and held off unpacking my craft stuff till it was all here. Well, now it's here, and I'm officially overwhelmed. (I've also confirmed my ADD suspicions, in case any of you were wondering. Actually, you could establish that diagnosis just by looking at the way the boxes are packed, without so much as casting a glance at the poetry in motion that is me, putting stuff away.)
At this rate, I figure might be ready to make something by June.