Fabric Fights Paper and Paper Wins!!!

Yesterday I couldn't decide what to do so,
I folded fabric until I had it all properly organized again.
Trust me, you don't want to know what it looked like before- I couldn't find anything, it had gotten so out of whack!
 I listened to a book on CD while I spent 6 hours putting flower
fabrics together and birds, pin-ups, dots, stripes, checks, and all the rest of my novelty fabrics in some better organized way.
As I sew I have a bad habit of pulling the fabric and tearing off what I need and then throwing it aside, in some maniacal, fevered rush to create and then by the time an apron or a quilt has taken shape, my room is a mess!!!
 I know it takes 30 days to change a habit, but I am not sure my muse will allow me to stop long enough to fold the fabric and put it back! I am going to try, I mutter to myself, again, for the hundredth time.
So, what happens when I get it all spic and span?
That's right, I don't want to make a mess so I just stand there with a faraway look in my eyes.
Wondering...what should I do now?
Go for a walk?
 Out to the beach?
The pressure of getting ready for an Art Show has been crawling up my spine for the last week and I know I won't have as much as I would like, but maybe a few more paper dolls and some other things can be finished if I concentrate.
I am doing the Atomic Holiday Bazaar Show on Dec 14th and after participating last year I have a keen idea of what to have for this year, but the Art Show on Sunday is new for me and I think it's a different venue, so I  am not sure what to have a lot of. With my kooky cast of eclectic objects my table will no doubt be as colorful as a gypsy wagon and I dread the explanations all ready...
"Umm, no, these paper dolls aren't for children.
They are for grown ups to play with and admire.
 They are talismans of your long lost childhood calling you to look back and remember the days when you were carefree and loved to play and use your imagination to create wonderful adventures where you were the Princess of Mud Pies and unicorns nibbled the violets just beside your sandbox where you played." I hear myself explaining to the shoppers with curious
 expressions on their serious faces.
Maybe I should make a sign that says: It's Never Too Late For A Happy Childhood and hang that in my booth?

I need some red glitter- I only have glass glitter left and I don't feel like getting cut up so I'm sneaking over to Michael's...my secret lover...shhhh, don't tell Joann...she'll get jealous that I'm involved with paper and not fabric, even if for only a moment...

Oh, the calamity!

xxxooo,
kim