One evening, I decided to just sew a quilt block. One little block. Just one. To sew that day. For a little sanity, you know what I’m saying? Sounds harmless. Inconsequential, really. But what happened was a maelstrom of havoc on my sewing area. You see, I was a chronic sew-and-dasher. That means I would sew something and then dash off to the next activity. The chaos that ensued is nothing short of disaster. But back to that block.
I needed my add-a-quarter ruler because the quilt I’m working on is a paper-pieced pattern. I could not find it. Anywhere. So I sat at my sewing machine and looked around at the awful truth. I had reached maximum out-of-control sewing supply and fabric clutter. I had found the proverbial ruler/straw that broke the camel’s back. It was time to take control.
Here, for instance is the inside of my green cupboard:
And here are some other shots of the embarrassing truth:
Anywhere there was a horizontal surface, I would just pile stuff in there. And it kept on growing with each trip to Joanns, each purchase online of the latest fabrics, and each project I never cleaned up after starting. I was deeply ashamed.
So, for the last several days I have been going through every thing. It has been daunting. But finally I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ll be back to show you phase II after I dig out a little more.
I found the ruler. But I won’t sew another block until I have a sewing space I can be proud of.
I hope you still love me.