Christine here. I don’t have a small house. Really, I don’t. We have a living room, dining room, three bedrooms, a small office, and my fabric room (which is stuffed to the gills) and a kind of open space on the 3rd floor with its own bathroom, which is where we put guests. It’s much larger than the house I grew up in, but somehow, we trip over each other all the time. We’re either all in the kitchen at once, or all trying to use the big table in the dining room at once, or the two bathrooms are always occupied when I need them. The house is just too small. We moved into this house to get more space, and somehow we still just don’t have any room.
My daughter has her bedroom, plus she has set up an art studio in the unfinished basement, so that she can spread out a bit and can use the utility sink there for cleaning her brushes. My husband has the big bedroom (I have a corner and half the closet) and his office, and he has claimed all of the house’s available shelving for HIS books, not mine. My son has his room and that’s pretty much it. Given that everything including half his brain function has been uploaded to the internet, he probably takes up the least amount of space in the house of anyone.
Then, there’s me. I have my Fabric Room. You have to take Giant Steps over the piles of fabric just to maneuver. Braided rugs are rolled up or piled on the table. Sketchbooks and notebooks and my treasured collection of vintage braiding books, booklets, and supplies are stuffed and spilling off of the one bookshelf. The other walls are covered with wire shelving and my wool is folded into flats on the shelves, and color coordinated: this shelf is blue and green, that shelf is red and pink, etc. (Notice how the photos carefully avoid showing you the piles on the floor).
Then, there’s the closet at the back of my Fabric Room. You have to perform some acrobatics (if not aerobatics) to get to it, but it has my plastic drawers of Teaching Supplies. One plastic drawer is labeled Needles and has braidkins and sewing and tapestry needles. One drawer has different colors and weights of lacing thread. Etc.
Then, there’s the dining room. Whatever rug I’m currently working on requires a large table to work on, so wool graces the table much more frequently than lovely dishes and dinner. I need the fabric I’m working with plus some options for the next few rows, so they’re in the dining room also. Then there’s the concurrent braided rug project(s) and their wool, and the temporarily abandoned project and its wool…all of which are stacked up on pulled-out chairs and the sideboard.
Really, when it comes down to it, I just need my own house for all my braiding supplies and fabric. That would solve all of the fighting-for-space issues in one fell swoop.
Yes, I just need my own house. Sorry husband, sorry kids, you have to GO. I need the room for my wool and braided rugs and braiding supplies. It’s been great, it’s been fun, come by and visit, and bring the dogs sometime, see ya bye.
OK, maybe you can tell that I am in need of a little time away from the bosom of my loving family. Looking forward to a vacation in California with Dianne… leaving in a few days!!