This is what my studio looks like right now most of the time.
I've been sewing and making patterns. Today, I could not find my scissors. My one precious pair of scissors that live exclusively in my studio. Exclusively. I dug around and they were not underneath any of the piles they were supposed to be under. None! I searched and searched. I needed them to cut some elastic so I could continue with what I was desperately tying to finish sewing before I had to return to my real job of taking care of the kids. I could not find them. I was starting to panic. I tried to rip the elastic with my teeth. It didn't work. Time was ticking...
I did find them but horror of horrors they were not in my craft room. After ten minutes of searching I gave up and went downstairs to steal the kitchen scissors. You know, the ones that live exclusively in the kitchen? On the way I spotted my precious craft scissors. There they were, laying on the stairs, casually abandoned. Sigh.
The balance of the scissors universe is restored.