I’m laughing at the heading on my WordPress page as I write this, it says ‘Write Post’. I’ve looked at that text for over two years now and it just hit me as the funniest thing ever given my latest bout of writer’s block.
My sewing room doubles as the guest bedroom. The switch over requires me to breakdown and store all my equipment, replacing it with a queen sized bed frame which I put together and disassemble after every visit. My latest brainstorm after my parents left was to permanently switch bedrooms with Leil. She sleeps in the never-to-be-disassembled-again queen sized bed and bunks in with Caitlin when guests appear.
It was a fabulous idea until the switching of spaces took place. It’s rather sobering to come face to face with every item in your sewing room. Abandoned projects, forgotten supplies, questionable purchases, ugggh. Where did all this stuff come from? No wonder my husband thinks I’m crazy, I am!
Once I got over the guilt of excess I started pairing down, organizing and moving the bookcase at least 10 times. Each time putting all the contents back on the shelves before deciding to move it again. It’s exciting to get a new space. Everything is so neat and tidy. Space for my creative ideas to leap out.
I’m trying to ignore the monster in the closet: