The dictionary gives this definition for cringe: to feel very embarrassed or awkward, react with discomfort.
I spent yesterday in my quilt room pulling out some totes of miscellaneous items I hadn't sorted through in quite a while. I knew they needed to be reorganized because I hadn't been able to locate a couple of things I'd recently been seeking.
All went well and I was feeling proud of myself for being so industrious and doing a good job of the task.
Then I pulled out one of the boxes I store my felted wool in.
Crikey! Take note of my fingerprints where I took hold of the box and the swipe I made across the top. Yep, cringe-worthy.
This box is stored on an open shelf underneath the top of my cutting table. (Stack of the boxes on the top left.) Granted I haven't taken out any of these boxes for several months now, but where does all that dirt and dust come from?
It's not like my quilt room is a high traffic area nor have even I had a chance to spend much time in there until the last month.
Well, time (past time apparently) to put on my hazmat suit and tackle some deep cleaning. Who knows what other areas of grit and grime I'll find. Cringe!