|After- notice the cloud of batting. It had to go somewhere.|
|Before- yeah, it's a mess. But I got a lot done!|
|My new assistant|
OK. Was kinda busy during the holiday season. I made most of the kids' gifts. And well, when I'm whirling around like a dervish... picking up after myself just seems so... pointless. I know it serves a purpose, really. I do. But when I'm all wrapped up in the moment, I just can't seem to pause and change gears and divert my attention away from the task at hand. I just need to make clearing clutter a "task at hand," huh? And here I am shamelessly sharing the disheveled state of my space. But if I didn't share the "before" picture than you wouldn't be able to share in my joy at the new organization I've accomplished. Fabric is back in the bins, the horizontal surfaces are cleared of all non-essential personnel, floor swept. I even cleared a space on the shelf next to my table(which I also changed out. Musical tables around here. The sewing table went into the kitchen. The kitchen table went into the dining room and the dining room table went into the sewing room. Wasn't sure it would all work out and I was dreading returning everything back to it's original station... But all's well. I might be able to get sweet William to build me a new dining room table... the present one will suffice, but it looks a little pathetic.) I stowed my favorite, most used machines- the Singer 301, the Singer serger, the Singer Featherweight, and the Brother Project Runway on the newly vacated shelf. I labeled all the pedals and stowed them in a Rubbermaid drawer on the shelf below the machines. It's working beautifully.
As you can tell, I have a relatively new companion in the quilting room. Will has been doing some quilting for me. And so, I "have" to stay out there with him so that I can answer any questions he might have, right? (I tore my rotator cuff and my bicep tendon-making pushing the quilting machine around less than entirely pleasant. No worries. I've had one steroid shot and looks like I'll need at least one more. Rotator feels great, bicep tendon, not so much. Guess how I injured myself? Now this should be a cautionary tale to all quilters. I was folding a quilt. Yep, pop! I felt kinda silly about that. But it is what it is. Doing the shots and physical therapy and some day soon, I may even be able to pull up my jeans with both hands. It's the little things you miss when you don't have them.) Will is doing great at the whole quilting thing. He hasn't attempted free-handing, yet. I think he was kinda intimidated but now that he's used to the noise and everything, he's ready. He loves it and even says he's hooked. If you know my Will... you'd see how... strange... that whole sentence is.
So I've been productive in the areas of binding and finishing up projects. The applique is an example of a project that needed doing. I started it last New Years, and kinda got bored with all that applique. Didn't plan on finishing as I was pretty certain I'd get bored again. Amazingly, not. And that braided border was a blast. I'd never done one before and I am pretty sure I'll use it again. One problem with this project... What, exactly, does one do with a quilt measuring 55" square? Seems too small for a throw, and too big for a wall hanging. I'm thinking. The rod over the piano might work...but I think it'll seem kinda disproportionately short. Still thinking. And, realistically, I have plenty of time to decide as it isn't quilted or bound, yet. It got stowed in a tub and will re-emerge some day.