Do you know what happens when an organized person loses control of their domain? Well, I can tell you, because I have experience in that field. I am just the person to tell you exactly what happens.
First, chocolate is consumed by the bushel, as a coping mechanism. I pop a Dove every time I misplace my scissors. ‘Tis easier to pop a chocolate, than to succumb to the realization that I have lost the damn things five times today already. Maybe I am losing them on purpose now…something to think about. Pavlov, let me know what you think on the matter, will you old chap? Anyway…yes. Chocolate. A bag or three should do it. Hang it from your doorway. Anything that will hit you in the head on the way out of the room, is never truly lost. Do not do the same with scissors.
That pattern that you have been looking all over for? You looked in every book you ever owned because you thought you used it as a bookmark. You looked on top of each one of your piles of fabric, twice. You looked in the Fridge, because, well, that is where you found your scissors. I am willing to bet that you looked under your sewing machine, or your cat. Maybe it is hanging on your design wall. Nope. The last pattern that I lost, I lost my mind search of it. I spent a week searching. When you spend a week searching, you may want to consider that the stupid thing only cost ten bucks in the first place. You have now spent 25.5 hours looking for it. March your butt over to your laptop and just buy another one! PDF pattern!? What the heck…it was IN my computer!!! Lol. Facepalm.
When my sewing space kicks me out of it, it is time to take back control. If I don’t, I eventually find my kids playing ‘king of the hill’ there…or ‘Hide and Seek’. Clearing off my TV stand today, I found a not-so-horrible mug, my fishing licence (which I had to replace!) a pile of triangles that I cannot remember what I was going to do with, a third tissue box, and weirdly, a remote, and much, much, more. My cutting table is somewhat usable right now. I have a fat-quarter sized spot to cut on, which means that my yardage staying in the laundry basket in the corner for a little while. My couch only has space for one butt now, due to the clutter, and if I keep losing my scissors, I may as well kiss that goodbye. I am sure I saw my sewing machine here somewhere…and a mushroom. (a fake mushroom, but still.)
I always have a good excuse when it comes to this level of unclean. The excuse always makes me feel better. It makes me feel like I really am in control of this walk-in box of quilt debris. My excuse is that I was sick for the entire month of November, and never caught up with the aftermath. I was well enough to buy fabric, apparently though. It is like Moda, FreeSpirit, and the Container Store blew up in the littlest bedroom of our house. I don’t have a problem. I have a mess. I have a terrible, terrible mess.
I solemnly swear to clear off one area tonight, and post a picture. I will give myself until January 31st (of this year, sigh) to clean the whole sewing room. Operation #cleanthesewingspace has officially begun. Come
play work with me! I am going to do it with or without you though. Seriously, this time. Other challenge areas to follow.
Every sewing space has a table, or place of cutting. Do me a favor. Go clear off your cutting space. Don’t swipe it on the floor either, because I am watching you. Hang your rulers back on the wall, or side of your shelves, or on the side of your cutting table. Put your cutters in a cute bucket, and hang that bucket high on the wall, so the kiddos (and husbands) don’t get them. Take a picture and Instagram or Flickr that thing, so I can see. Tag Buttoncounter. Seeing what you all do, will not only help me, but I imagine that others seeing your clean spot, will learn tips, tricks, or simply be encouraged to dig in as well.
Have fun y’all!