For some reason, I can’t bring myself to put my fabric hexies back in their box where they might be forgotten again. So, they remain scattered on my work table, tiny sources of inspiration, whispering “put me in, coach!” I have to admit, keeping them in front of me, ready to use, has worked in their favor. This week, a handful of them ended up on a birthday card I made for my niece. Next week, who knows?

Several areas of my home operate like this – covered with things I either need to deal with (ex: bills) or want to deal with (ex: project fodder). It’s my own little life hack: because clutter bothers me, I know eventually I’ll be motivated to do something with what’s on my desk or dresser or kitchen counter, if only to clear them off.

Lately I’ve been wondering how this approach might translate to parts of myself I see going to waste. I feel like some aspects of Leah have been boxed or shelved for so long they’re at risk of being forgotten completely. I just have to figure out how and where to place all the colorful bits of myself so I (or someone else?) remember to put them to use!