Ahhh, spring… hay fever, allergies (which I guess is the same thing) and, of course, spring cleaning, with its multiple trips to the dumpsters. I have been desperately trying to get my life in order. Order does not like me. There is no way in Hell that I have accumulated this much crap over the years; yet, there It is. Most of the crap is supplies for future sewing/design projects, but I have realized something. All I seem to be doing is rearranging my place to accommodate the crap that I keep saving for projects and never using the crap for said projects. I have a back catalog of failed attempts to create things. For someone who tries to be creative on a usual basis, this lack of focus and constant reminder that my life is in disarray sucks. What’s the solution? Hell if I know. I am trying to downsize my stash of crap to a manageable pile. My place is quickly starting to look like a very special episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive; although, to date, I have not found any dead animals or rotted fruit at my place, well, there was a dead roach on the floor of my pantry, but it was a very tiny roach and looked as if it were partially mummified, so that probably doesn’t count, right? I did have some slight success organizing my before mentioned pantry. It’s all clean and stuff.
To diminish the supplies, I have tried to give up a few crafts with alarmingly little success. Felting and I haven’t spoken for a while; it may be time to part ways, but every time I say “see ya” I think of a new project that I want to do and felting settles down for the winter. I don’t knit anymore but that doesn’t stop me from owning the world’s largest collection of knitting needles and yarn; although to be fair, I did give my sister a giant tub of yarn to donate to my niece’s kindergarten class for projects. I stopped screen printing, but the used and unused screens I have stored away loom over me like Poe’s raven.
I have a friend that calls and starts off every conversation by asking me what I am doing. Inevitably, the answer is always either cleaning or sewing. I am nothing if not predictable, maybe too predictable. So what’s the point of this rant? No clue. It just seems to make me feel less like a pathetic, disorganized slob if I tell random people about my storage issues. I will clean it up… or else… well, there is no ultimatum. I’m just tired of moving stuff around and not working on projects that I want to finish.
The whole point of this blog was to chronicle my adventures in craft. It’s been OK, but I really need to step it up. More pictures, more work, more finished projects… coming soon!