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Close to Nowhere A ‘safe’ place Do you have a safe place to put “stuff?” I do. Unfortunately, I don’t know where it is. I’ve been cleaning and rearranging my sewing room. Not an easy task! Moving the shelves wasn’t that hard. Empty all the fabric and “stuff,” move the shelf, reload the shelf, etc. The sewing machine desk wasn’t that hard either. Empty all the “stuff” and fabric, move the cabinet, reload all the “stuff.” If you see me limping around, it’s only because I’ve wrenched most of my bones and muscles. Shelves, fabric, sewing machines, cabinets, etc. are heavy! Sounds fairly simple. Until you discover that the fabric cloned itself and your fabric has doubled, your magazines have doubled and you have more than a couple of the exact same quilting books. And, the places where the shelves and sewing machine cabinet have been sitting for all these years don’t have dust bunnies, there are dust dinosaurs -- years of fabric dust have accumulated until the dinosaurs almost roar! My sewing machine is now in front of the window, where I can look out and watch the dogs, cats and horses (and Donkee), instead of sewing. The shelves I moved are neat and organized and I found lots of good “stuff” I’d forgotten about. The really terrible thing about all this is that, although my room is cleanish and kinda organized (and you can see the floor!), I’m never gonna be through. I keep finding “stuff” I need to sew or mend or organize. There is a worst part too. The biggest motivator for cleaning my room was a set of crosses that a very talented, crafty cousin made me -- three large metal crosses, painted bright colors with polka dots -- “Faith,” “Hope,” “Peace,” -- that needed a place to live on my walls. Kathy (Rich, who does the flea market circuit very successfully) had the crosses to me within a couple days. After examining my room for nearly a week, I realized I had no wall space. After a lot of painful contemplation, I decided that the solution was something I’d wanted to do for a while -- put the sewing machine in front of the window, the shelves on the other side of the room and voila’ -- I’d have wall space also. If you’re wondering about the safe place -- that’s where I stored my beautiful crosses. I tucked them safely away so the paint wouldn’t get chipped or scratched -- or they wouldn’t get lost (if you saw my sewing room “before” that would be really easy to understand). I have a wonderful bare spot now on my wall. Just waiting for three large beautiful crosses that will make me smile every time I look at them. Just as soon as I find the “safe” place I stored them... |
      
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