They're All Catching Up to You

Well, it seems as if I am utterly incapable of taking a day off. On this lovely three day weekend, instead of watching movies and TV and eating hot dogs and apple pie, I somehow decided to begin a huge undertaking - the conversion of my desk into a crafting space. Here's the thing: I have way too many t-shirts taking up space in my room, which I want to use for a t-shirt quilt, which would free up lots of floor and drawer room. Well, what's wrong with that, you ask? My intention for the new surface area is a crafting space. To make a t-shirt quilt. To make room for a crafting space. With which I will make a t-shirt quilt.

CATCH-22

Finding myself in a catch-22 today did not deter my room overhaul, but it has found me spending the night in my brother's room because of all the crud that is layered on my own bed. Not to worry, though; he's out camping somewhere in northern Alabama and won't know until he reads this. And then it will be too late to stop me.

Despite all of the dust and drudgery, I've found it very cathartic to go through and finally throw away many useless possessions to which I've been clinging for years. I'm a keeper, of everything, and it catches up to me in the form of uncontrollable clutter. It has also been fun to dig up old treasures and remember the stories attached to them, especially while reconfiguring all of my sewing materials. My grandma, Gran Jan, taught me how to sew a long, long time ago, when I would go to her house and spend hours cutting out patterns and stitching together ponchos and skirts for my American Girl dolls and sometimes getting in trouble when I left before collecting all of the straight pins that I had stuck in the orange couch. Gran Jan also gave me my first sewing kit, along with a sewing basket that belonged to my great-great-grandmother, both complete with needles and notions from way back when. Resurfacing all of those neat belongings and memories has been so much fun, even if it robs me of having any time to veg. And I can't wait to finally have a space devoted to crafting, as opposed to my former location in the dog's room.

(Hi Gran Jan! I hope you and Bub are having a fine time in Alaska!)