I am not sureÂ whether to callÂ Ty Pennington or FEMA.
Someone decided that re-finishing the hardwood floors in our house would be a good idea. That same someone is now having a panic attack, because cleaning, sorting, organizing, and packing up a sewing studio is no small task. After signing on the contractor’s dotted line, I spent the next few days hiding in my bedroom
eating dark chocolate and drinking red wine getting my courage up for this task.
Now I am in extreme clean-out mode. Selling, donating, adding to the landfill. Cathartic and exhausting at the same time.
By mid-May there will be sparkly newÂ floors. There might be fresh paint on the walls. There will be new storage systems to hold a reduced volume of fabric and sewing paraphernalia.
In case you have been wondering about the radio silence around here, now you know why. Please, tell me your sewing stories, because there is precious little of that going on around here these days!!