Clutter stifles my spirit…it overwhelms me. It diminishes my productivity. Almost two years ago I found it necessary to stash a WHOLE lot of stuff in my sewing room. My machines were laboriously carried into our diningroom and placed on a small, sturdy table with drawers. If I wanted to make something it was done in the center of our living space. I would juggle machines back and forth from the small table to our diningroom table. As time passed I dragged more and more stuff into that tiny space so it was convenient for sewing…at the same time more and more stuff was crammed into my sewing room. Both got pretty depressing and creativity had to be forced…I wanted my sewing room back! Losing my space wasn’t exactly a one person achievement…and reclaiming definitely wasn’t going to be a lone ranger job. On Tuesday of this week my oldest daughter came and helped me. We worked FIVE hours with time out taken for a short lunch and a tea break. At the end of five hours we could see a light at the end of the tunnel. A couple boxes and bags were filled to drop off at the Salvation Army.
For once I was depositing more than I drag home. 🙂 My daughter adopted three or four tall kitchen trash bags crammed full of yarn… all acrylic. (Hanging my head in shame…five tall kitchen trash bags will be sent to the landfill the next time the trash is picked up. I am a self-confessing pack rat who has to make myself throw something away if I can think of a use for it…even if I know I won’t ever get around to using it. I was “green” when green was a color not a nearly mandated way of life.
I’ve continued working an hour or so a day since my daughter helped me…and finally the work is complete enough I can once again work in my room. I’m so thankful to have my space back…humble though it may be. Some shelves still need to be straightened and maybe a few more things thrown or given away, but not today. I’m ready to start using my reclaimed room. There are changes I’d like to make to make more efficient use of my space, but like so many things in this life those changes will have to wait their turn. In the meantime I’m just going to enjoy it…and hopefully never let it get out of control again.
Sharing a few pics…it feels almost like a GRAND OPENING…a first-time revealing.
One of our three dogs always join me in my sewing room…sometimes more…they are faithful friends.
This naked baby is celebrating our reclaimed space!
It feels so good to accomplish such a great task. It was long dreaded and the relief is great! Once this weekend has passed I’ll have the opportunity to put it to good use.
Until next time…
Clutter is stuck energy. The word “clutter” derives from the Middle English word “clotter,” which means to coagulate – and that’s about as stuck as you can get. ~ Karen Kingston