This picture of the contents of my (little used) sewing box reminds me of the much larger, but otherwise rather similar, mess that would be left towards the end of the task when Mum
insisted that my sister and I tidy our bedroom and turn out the drawers. There always seemed to be several balls of wool and reels of cotton that had come unwound and tangled round ‘useful’ pieces of string, ribbon etc.
Recently I’ve become aware that thoughts in my mind have begun to take on an alarmingly similar characteristic.
It started off by thinking that instead of worrying over various problems in real life, I could deal with potentially negative or damaging thoughts by turning them into plots for stories. It seemed like a win win situation.
But then things seemed to get somewhat out of hand.
Are jumbled messes potentially creative? Or just plain inefficient?