When my sons and daughters started to leave home, I took to planning what I’d do with the freed up space. Not big extravagant plans but I thought maybe a tasteful guest bedroom. Perhaps a space I could call my own – where I could put all my various craft bits and pieces.
Well, it appears that my offspring don’t just move out but proceed through a long drawn out process of coming and going. By December, the four of them had each reached a different stage of moving out:
1 I’m very happy here and have no intention of moving out for the time being.
2 I’m going back to New Zealand and have nowhere else to keep my things, so I still need my room.
3 My flat’s too small to take all my books, clothes, paintings … and anyway, I’ll be back every now and then so I still need my room.
4 I know I’ve moved out but I can’t bring myself to clear the last few things from my room.
Spurred on by the imminent arrival of family to stay over Christmas and the New Year, we managed to clear the last things from one room. Result.
I haven’t yet got my tasteful guest bedroom because there’s been a bit of a swap around of bedrooms and anyone staying the night has to sleep in a room adorned with purple handprints made by a bored, arty teenage daughter who found a pot of emulsion paint and spent the evening accessorising her bedroom.
But I have got my space where I can keep everything in one place. I won’t have to clear away my sewing if we want to use the dining room, my knitting needles and yarn can sit together instead of being stuffed in different cupboards wherever I can find a space and Bill won’t have to move my sewing machine every time he wants to get to his gun cupboard.
So far, I haven’t done much more than move in a table and a bookcase, which already seems to be filled. I haven’t decided the best way to deal with the two big bags of fabric left over from various sewing projects (any suggestions welcome) and I suspect the paints, screen printing set and various other bits left over from summer holiday activities with the children will stay in their boxes and get hidden away in a cupboard.
When I’ve arranged everything, it will
look beautiful be functional and never ever only on rare occasions be used as a dumping place; the sewing machine will always be on hand so clothes will be mended in an instant when they’re indecently ripped and I shall may never again resort to stapling up the hem on my jeans.
Do you have a special room or studio where you keep everything? Does it work?