I've been renting a room from a very nice, laid back couple during my stay here at Berkeley. We'll call them M and D (no, I'm not living at home with my Mom and Dad). M has a propensity for doing her dishes immediately after using them, D doesn't really see the point in that. They've struck on a compromise where D has a tub that he puts his dishes in when he doesn't feel like cleaning them, and can come back and do them later. For the first couple of months, I was also diligent about cleaning my dishes right after I was finished with them. As time went by, I steadily lost motivation for dish doing, and M subtly put out another tub. I've come to think of it as the Tub of Shame. After that, I did my best to keep the ToS empty, but the move-out funk has rolled in. I noticed while eating breakfast this morning that a small pyramid had formed. So much dish related shame. I've completely lost motivation for bettering my living conditions. Here's a small taste, just the desk:
Oh hey, there's that sock I still haven't finished in the lower right corner there. Mmm I see some Joe-Joe's too (Trader Joe's equivalent to Oreos, which I may or may not have been eating in bed last night).
If a well-bred Victorian lady came into my room, she would put her handkerchief to her forehead and faint, mortified at the mess (a well-bred Victorian man would drop his monocle into his drink, of course). I started knitting what I've come to think of as the Infinite Cabled Hat last night in an effort to snap out of it:
I *heart* cables.
It's a hat(sort of. It's hat-ish)!
I think it helped a bit. I love me some Cascade 220 yarn, especially the Heathers line. So reasonably priced! Such pretty colors! My LYS back home has a whole wall dedicated to the 220. I heard that they recently changed owners, and the 220 wall better not be on the chopping block (I'm looking at you, Lakeside Fibers--do not make me drive into Fitchburg for my fix!)!