Sorting the workroom has had exactly the effect I'd hoped. Suddenly it's the place I most want to be.
Every spare moment I find myself wandering in, sitting down to look out the window, shuffle some piles or continue the work of finding a proper home for everything.
I've worked through the pile of mending. My mind is bursting with projects long languishing on the back burner and everyone will be getting hand sewn Christmas gifts. I'm ripping through a pile of new clothes for me - all part of a major linen jag while I dream of the yet to come summer.
Space and motion. I know it is true, but still I'm amazed at how deeply I'm affected by state of the room, how closely my creativity and motivation are tied to the place of work.
All of which is to say note to future self, clean your shit up when you are feeling uninspired. Nothing more complicated than that.