. . . who always arranged her felt pens into a rainbow. ALWAYS.
The compulsion to ROYGBIV the bejesus out of everything has plagued me my whole life. I can't eat pebbles or jellybeans without first arranging them into same-colour piles. Put a collection of buttons/beads/small animals in front of me and then time how long it takes before I start to sort them. (Trust me, it'll be a matter of seconds).
This is how I store my felt . . . and this is how I organise my threads . . .
So can you imagine my PAIN at having to face this?!?
I am trying to build a bridge, I really am . . . but of all the challenges motherhood has thrown at me, this must surely be one of the most trying.