At some point I decided that putting all this crap
priceless stuff into a closet was a good idea. In part, it was. It no
longer sits next to the television, staring at me the way it was in the picture below. But once I tucked it
away I hardly ever looked at it again. Sure, there's the glue drawer,
where I keep the adhesives. Need some tape? I know where it is. Same for
ribbons, paints, and yarn. It's where I can get to it if I want it. But
it seems I don't want it very often. And what about the weird stuff?
Two of those drawers are full of unfinished wood items, everything from
coffee sticks to picture frames. Those things have been in there for
ages, unused, unloved. There's also a drawer with several empty Altoids
tins. A bag of rafia. Styrofoam balls. Pastel pom-poms. Magnets. You get
And there it sits, waiting...
AAAAAHHHH. I don't have space in my life for all of these things anymore. Makes me want to run and hide. But that is why I decided to tackle this problem for my 31 Days of Decisions. Face fears head on. Don't be a wimp, right? It seems that what once was a treasure trove is closer now to the stuff of nightmares. (Wait. Were these things stolen from the Aztecs by Cortez? That would explain a lot. RELEASE THE KRAKEN.)
Much of this was saved with some project in mind. Often that project involved having fun with my children. So, one option is to turn a lot of it over to my kids. Which I am happy to do. Except. Do you know what it is like to craft with kids? Well, think about yourself and your crafting space when you decide to make something. Don't you spread out a bit? Don't you stop and daydream? Don't you spill things occasionally? Now at least double the area you use, and then multiply it by the number of kids participating. What I'm saying here is: It takes room. And time. And some planning. And while it is totally worth it, it does take patience.
And then you get to try to convince the kids that the priceless work of art they just created needs to be sent to Grandma. After all, your house is overflowing and you'd like to spread the wealth. Right, kids?
Okay. So now you see what I deal with in my head even before ideas become reality. Heavens. No wonder I'm in this pickle.
Do you think "out of sight, out of mind" would apply to me if I hid in the bathroom for awhile?
Apologies for these posts. I know they are rather rambly and sound like stream-of-consciousness meandering. I'm hoping the plan will eventually come together, and then this whole journey will look genius. Hey, a girl can dream.