I am about to expose my utter shame. From posts on the creative groups on Facebook, I am not alone. What terrible hoarders we creatives are! At least most of us are organized. Not me. Don’t get me wrong. I know where things are for the most part, but my husband cringes at the sight of it. It’s so bad that only family sees my sewing/crafting room. And now you. Partly.
NO ONE goes in my studio over the garage except me and my husband. It is a disaster. I have things from 20 years ago and things from my former business, things from my productive metalsmithing days and from the days when I could still knit. My hands go numb now and hurt when I hold the needles. I loved knitting. But I digress.
There are craft show displays, painting supplies, picture frames, some of my mother’s old furniture, TWO spinning wheels (Not the small ones, but Great Wheels. One was my great-grandmother’s saved from the kindling pile by my Poppy), genealogy stuff, photo albums, shelves full of books, writing paraphernalia, my Granny’s old trunk–full of stuff, and a very large table at counter height where I used to cut out fabric. My husband built it to save my back. Oh, and a quilting frame he made me.
Here are the pictures of my terrible messes.
