Hi Everyone,
Yet again I find myself in need of alternative titles. Here is my list. If this was an ad for a TV show it would be:
"Next On Hoarders - Woman told to pack up and get out"
If this was an ad for a financial seminar it would read like this:
"Woman spent A million dollars on craft supplies, dies broke - pictures to prove it"
or better yet the newspaper headline:
"When they found her in the corner she was mumbling something about a heat gun!"
Here is how it all started, You know simple. Some paper, some glue and a computer. In all fairness I think I had a punch or two. I had a little crafty spot in the corner of the dining room. It was easy to break it down at the holidays. I really liked this space because in the summer I had a great view of the pool. I was crafting right in the center of the family action.
But then I started to collect more supplies. And not just supplies but crafty good machines as well. I grew so much so that my little bit of crafty heaven became a nuisance to the rest of the family. Not only that I could no longer hide the crafty goodness when it was time to have a dinner party or the family over at Christmas. So the Hubster says "let's move you down to the den" and all of a sudden I had more room than I knew what to do with. OK, so I did know what to do with it.
And that was to collect yet more supplies. But I loved my crafty good (and messy) workspace. I was a happy little crafter hidden away in the den. I didn't even mind the red carpet or the circa 1950's paneling. Not even the vinyl brick piece! Here is a picture of my work desk. I knew exactly where everything was and could lay my hand on it in an instant.
Some how things kept growing. It seemed like if one of something was good, then two would be better. This I now realize should be a thought process reserved for dollar bills and only dollar bills.
Then my clean organized workspace grew yet again and started to look like this:
Holy Cow! Apparently the CEO's of A.C. Moore, Joann's and Michael's were able to send their first born children to college just on my purchases! It's official now I have become a CRAFT-HOARDER! and to make matters worse, the Hubster once again says . . . "Let's do a bit of room switching, We can put Sam in the den (more space for her) the little one in Sam's old room (little one, yup you guessed right she gets more space) and then we will move you upstairs into the little ones room"(uh-huh, less room for Lysa). So who could say no. Girls need space. I know this because I am a girl or at least I was before I took on the title of Mom and Nonna. So it began, the pack up of the hoarded supplies. Here is a picture:
OMG! really people that is just one side of the room. Here's another:
And here it is all packed into the garage until who knows when:
You know what is really scary? If you asked me for my 1-1/2 inch scallop square punch, I could hit that pile of boxes and get it for you. So here is the deal. Three rooms in three months. The only hard room is the den because after all these years the paneling is coming down. The upstairs rooms only need minor work like paint, flooring and such. I will leave you with the first picture of Sam's new livingspace. I hope it comes out just as she hopes.
I guess you can say I will be off the crafty grid for a few months as we do some work around here. I told the Hubster I needed to be up and running no later than August and he thinks I will be back in a space by early July. My posting over the next weeks (months) will most likely be home repair as I am trying to keep a diary of the whole room switch action. Thanks for stopping by and check back soon. I am sure I can slip in a crafty post somewhere.
Lysa