I know I
promised spinning posts and I should continue my regency dress series, but…
So, here I
come to make a wow. When, about 11 years ago my ex moved out, I went through
the flat. Most everything was moved, selected, some stuff thrown out, some was
sent after the ex, many things were rearranged (here is a bolgpost from those times). But the space I freed up filled
pretty quickly. I have a number of hobbies hat needs materials, space and tools
maybe even machines. Some friends who ever visited me know that I have 5 sewing
machines, spinning wheels, yarns enough to full up a store, fabric enough to dress up a small
town, and lets not talk about the fiber I want to spin. And then new hobbies
appeared. I’ve been whining for many years now that I need shelves, that the
flat should be rearranged. But there were only the two of us here and this building
is one of those Russian type of prefabricated building from ferro-concrete, it
isn’t easy even to drill a hole for a shelf. Than about 2.5-3 years ago I had the
idea how changing two rooms (the sewing room – where I store a lot of kitchen/
food stuff as it is the closest to the kitchen- and my son’s room) could solve
many problems. Still, things stayed the same. Historical clothes started to
appear, and at the same time, the amount of fabric gre exponentially (when I
see and buy fabric for my “normal” clothes, just because I like it and/or it is
a good deal, I get about 2-3 meters. The same things for a historical dress is
about 6-10 meters. Then N(orbert) appeared. Before I hung up my historical
dresses in the door between my bedroom and the living room… now, that door
should rather be closed. At the beginning I laid down the clothes, but they
couldn’t be handled that way, so we did get a clothes rack, but it is in the
middle of the living room, adding to the chaos.
I really
like to think about myself that as a creative person I can handle chaos pretty
well, you all know the adage about the mess that really is a bunch of ideas
lying around. But even I arrived to the point when it started to hold me back.
I started to let in less and less people, I started to make less and less
things. I started disliking to come home.
Of course I
could always find reasons, I am alone (not anymore), no time (you always have
time for whatever it is really important), and the list could go on. I said
that I will not sew until it is don, but only the heap of unsewn fabric grew.
It frustrated me to no end that even though my head is full of ideas and my
hands are itching to MAKE, I can’t because there is no space. Then I said I
will not do Xmas, because what would I do with a tree in the middle of a chaos…
I said to the boys, that I don’t want anything else for my birthday and Xmas….I
broke out crying because I felt so helpless…
I don’t
know what had effect at the end, but maybe something started. Rearrangement
project is on. Will it be done for Xmas? Probably not. But I already gave up on
having Xmas this year that is no loss, and what I could win…
The basic
thing is the two room, but they will pull over many other things I am afraid.
On Saturday
we took down the food stuff from the shelves threw out a ton of old stuff, and
put what is remained in the kitchen, now it is impossible to move there or cook
anything beside a can of tea. On Sunday I was at a workshop all day, but still
managed to rush out to Ikea to see what cabinet can we put up in the kitchen to
be able to put away some of what is left. Today I had to run around in the city
looking for lactose free chocolate santa , and started to disassemble the heap
of fabrics that collected in one corner…
To be
continued.
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