Warning: Lots of blah blah blahing today ...
While I was offline, I found myself with time to clean house ... or at least clean my sewing room. There was waaaaaay too much stuff in here and it was getting crazy messy. I didn't have room for new fabric, I couldn't hardly see the floor (yes I know, bad grammar), I couldn't get to the closet, the spare chair was piled high with ... I dunno, ... stuff ... UGH!!! It was terrible.
No I didn't take any photos to prove it. I was too embarrassed. Just trust me, kay?
So I begged my bestest friend Kate (let's just say she doesn't exactly live across the street ... more like she almost needs to pack a lunch for the drive to my house) to come over one afternoon to help me 'cause that girl has like a black belt in purging & organizing. The word ruthless comes to mind ... in a good way, though. ;)
PLUS she knows me really well. PLUS she's a quilter/stitcher too (thanks in large part to me, tee hee) so she totally understands what I have, why I have it and has an impartial perspective on what I really need to keep and what I should get rid of (I know, more bad grammar).
The last time we went thru this exercise - I'm a work in progress - I got a taste of what it really feels like to be a hoarder in the middle of an intervention. Now in all seriousness, I have a relative who's a bonafide hoarder, as in she could be on one of those reality shows. And she was a MAJOR seamstress/quilter so I'm no stranger to what unhealthy fabric collecting looks like. But I reeeeeally don't want to end up like that and seeing what happened to her is a very strong motivator for me to keep my fabric obsession under control.
Sorry, went off track a bit there.
What I was getting at about tasting hoardism is that when Kate was trying to help me part with certain things, I actually had the beginnings of a panic attack ... you know, elevated heart rate, sweaty palms, tight chest, feeling trapped. And all she was doing was trying to convince me I could get rid of a little shoebox full of tacky Christmas fabric - SCRAPS no less - from the 80s. I mean come ON! WHEN am I ever going to make something with gold lamé again?! Yeah, like NEVER.
That panic attack really surprised me and kinda scared me. It was a good wake up call, let me tell you.
But I was now at the point where every time I looked around my sewing room to find inspiration and motivation, I felt stuck. I couldn't think. I felt anchored in the past with all my aging - albeit lovely - fabric. I realized I'm no longer interested in making pretty things out of old fabric. Or fabric I bought on impulse. Or fabric that was given to me that didn't give me butterflies in my tummy. Or fabric I'm simply SO OVER.
All this ... this STUFF was clogging my creative arteries. ENOUGH! BLAAAHH!!!
So I called in the big guns and we went to work. Three hours later I was waving good-bye to her and about 100 lbs of fabric ... including my precious scrap bin ... and I've gotten rid of even MORE since then. Confession: she's having a garage sale in May so she said I was allowed to take back anything I NEEDED before then. And I may have already brought back a few FQs. But the exercise of removing all that fabric from my house is proving to be very theraputic.
ANYHOW (geez I'm long-winded today!) that purge got me started on a makeover of sorts here in my workspace where I sew, write & blog. Now that my room is looking presentable, I thought you might like a peek. I don't want you to get too excited. I'm no Sarah Richardson. But I think this room is pretty and I love being in it. So I've written a little series of posts to show you around.
Today - because I'm starting to bore even myself here - I'll just quickly show you the floor plan I drew up a few years ago.
I'd never done this before - drawn a room & furniture to scale on graph paper - and it turned out to be a great exercise.
With graph paper, a pencil, a measuring tape and an Ikea catalogue I was able to see what I had to work with, identify what I needed and figure out what would fit.
There are a few Fung Sui problems with this layout, like my back is to the door when I'm sitting at my sewing machine and my desk, but that's the compromise I made so I could look out the window and spy on the neighbors watch the world go by.
So even though it's not perfect, it's perfect for me ... for now ... and I'm grateful.