Did you miss the event going on late this afternoon? Something happening to draw crowds for cheering, celebrating, high-fiving?
Oh, you must be thinking about the Super Bowl!
That’s not the big event, y’all. Not the one I attended. Crowds gathered around my Craft Cave, in awe.
And there was cheering, clapping, and celebrating. Oh, and high-fiving, too!
I can finally breathe!!! This little 7′ x 13′ room is my new favorite, y’all. Everything I ever wanted in a sewing/craft room but never dreamed this tiny room could provide!
Remember when I painted Fun Son’s room recently? At the end of my Bedroom Painted – Check post, remember when I revealed that horrendous picture of my Craft Cave, claiming it to be my next conquest?
Remember the sick feeling of doom? Total chaos? Complete dis-function?
I mean, really! Can you believe my nerve to publish this?
In all forms of therapy, there must be a time of coming to grips with your situation. A time of realizing and admitting you can no longer function in your dis-function. Only then can true healing begin.
The first step in rehabilitation is very hard but most important. After all, if you never take that first step, you’ll never get the momentum going. My first step was removing all forms of fabric and storing them in our former computer cabinet (Fabric, Anyone?).
A couple of weeks ago, I visited my favorite “renovation supply” resource. Stuff on the cheap, y’all. (This wire rack was a dollar. Saw one at a store last week for $13!) Brought the load home, and HH thought I’d once again lost my mind. But, now he sees my purpose in all that “junk”. Good junk, y’all!
I can’t bring myself to shop at organization stores – so expensive. (I literally can’t, because we don’t have one around here.)
I knew this old dishwasher silverware bin for 25 cents would be perfect for something. And it is!
Paid $10 for this filing cabinet. I now have a place for my surging machine, to leave it out! No more lifting it off the floor and cramming it onto “Grandaddy’s little desk” with my sewing machine. Can you imagine sewing long lengths of fabric on there – with 2 machines in that tiny space? Trust me, it didn’t work.
Now, I have a window in the cave, y’all. Simply refreshing!
Spunky Daughter discarded this painted window from her room when we redecorated it for her teen years. I’ve loved this hydrangea artwork from the moment I saw it in an antique mall in Georgia. After hanging it on the back porch and noticing it deteriorating too quickly, I brought it inside. Leaned it against a wall upstairs with nowhere to go. So happy I saved it.
Since the cabinet took the place of this shelf on the opposite wall, I moved it to the former location of the cabinet. Yep, just traded places. I made some changes that I’ll share with you later. Fun stuff, y’all.
I have a plan for decorator fabric roll organization/storage on this large blank wall.
Oh, and I have to share one of my many secret storage spots – the largest of all.
Under this collapsible cutting table, I could hide anything and everything. As you can see, I pretty much do. Thanks, Painter Artist Mom, for passing this table along to me. Thank you, very Handy Builder Dad, for making this for PAM so she and I could use it all these years!
Thank you, my friends, for joining me today on my little tour. I’ve enjoyed sharing it with you.
There’s more to come this week as I share some details of the storage “tweaking”. Please be sure to follow me by email so you won’t miss anything.
Meanwhile, I’ll be having fun creating in my new Craft Cave.
‘Cause it has new life. And it has a window! Can I technically still call it a cave?
Think I will. As they say, “Old habits die hard”.