|This is obviously NOT my craft/sewing room. MY craft/sewing room is one of Dante's levels of hell.|
I have a confession to make: I am a junkie.
I will have to move to a new house just to get the current house cleaned out.
|THIS is my craft room. And yes, that's a toilet.|
I come by this propensity honestly--my mom likes her "stuff" and my grandmother stashed flour and sugar under the floorboards of her attic during WWII. As a teacher, I have learned not to throw anything out because it's so difficult to get anything you 'might need.' So, you save everything, including stuff that should go right into the trash or recycle bin.
At home, it's the crafting stuff.
("What??" Danni is asking. "You don't craft!" She's yelling now. As if I've been keeping this part of my life a secret. But I don't craft. Not any more.)
Back when we lived in the big house (not a euphemism for jail...just a really big house), one corner of my den was for crafting. The den was roughly 14' x 24', so no one was missing the 9' x 5' space I was using. And that space was awesome--my sewing machine tucked in the corner beside a wall of cabinets and shelving. Plenty of room and storage for all my crafting goodies, which include approximately 14,257 yards of fabric. (Because whoever dies with the most fabric wins, right?)
This is what I sewed: 3 twin-sized quilts, one queen-sized quilt, and 3 more quilt tops. Dozens of little dresses for my daughter, and several for myself. Many, many pillow cases and throw pillows, and curtains for every room (all 10 of them that had windows--three of the bathrooms did not). I edged towels with grosgrain, made three dust ruffles for beds, and sewed Christmas stockings.
I was a sewing fool.
And don't even get me started on the crafting.
Hot glue gun? I have permanent numbness on the tips of my fingers.
Acrylic paints? Michael's calls ME when they're out of a color.
Buttons? Enough to replace every one currently on my clothing.
I am a junkie.
And this is my crack house.
When we first looked at the house, I walked into the loft room and shouted "It's mine! I claim it!" as though I was a twelve year-old on a double-dose of Five Hour Energy. And I moved all of my wonderful "crafting stuff" into the room and waited for the inspiration to come.
What came, instead, was the heat.
If you know North Carolina, you know that July, August and September can be pretty brutal. That's why God gave us a little something called "central air." And that "central air" wasn't included in the craft room.
Yeah, DL missed that.
He also missed the fact that it's not heated in the winter.
So instead of a craft room, I have a "Throw it in there and shut the door really quickly" room.
With a toilet.
(Lest you think I am clinically insane, which is only partly true, the toilet is in here because we replaced it when we re-did the bathroom. It is awaiting large item pickup, which the city sponsors this spring.)
I have plans to "work on this room" when I have a week off from school, but I really can't in the summer---one hot flash and I'm down for the count. And Christmas break is too cold. So until we get some climate control in here...I guess I'll have to use this craft crap up.
Y'all can hold me to it.
Please take the opportunity to come clean about your junk, and join the party! Where else can you get a virtual twelve-step program for free?