We all have a space somewhere, whether it be large, small, pretty, draughty…. it doesn’t matter because it’s OUR space and if anyone says it’s untidy we’ll have their guts for garters. We can lay our hands on anything we want at the drop of a hat. But, on the other hand, we’ve all suffered at some point of the dreaded ‘sewing space envy’. Then next time we enter ours space we notice the imperfections and find it hard to get motivated.
Me? Yup, I’ve suffered too. I blame Thimberlina. Ali was so organised and tidy until Thimberlina came along with Gertrude and took over out modest 3 bedroomed semi. Gone were the family teas where we sat down having civilised discussions at meal times. Now replaced with TV dinners. TV DINNERS!!! They were unheard of until Thimberlina came along. But now the dining table was home to a sewing machine and overlocker and 12 months down the line, all THIS had happened……………
And if that wasn’t bad enough, check out the corner behind…..
Things had started to get out of control. We have a spare bedroom, only big enough for a single bed, and at the moment it was used as a bit of a dumping ground with the door firmly kept shut. Husband had previously spoken and said it could be Thimberlina’s room. But banished to the box room and no view over the garden!! No way!! As I said things were getting out of hand, so it was time to tackle the bombsight upstairs…….
Now I really can’t believe I’m showing you all this. Most likely to shame myself into doing something about it! What you can see above is my overflow stash and here below is the rest of my stash……
Now once upon a time this was all very neat and tidy. (the top shelf is a non-stash, nothing to do with sewing shelf). But want you want when looking for fabric is never near the top and inevitable rummaging occurs causing disarray, though I think there must be a stronger word than disarray for this little lot.
So! Action stations and a trip to IKEA (where else!?)
this little lot was going to be the answer to my prayers.
Stay tuned for the next thrilling (and hopefully not so shocking) episode of My Space for Sewing.