Fighting for Space

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.


My shelves with purples & some hot pinks

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.


Bookshelves stuffed with old braiding books (plus a few mysteries and sci-fi)

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!!


Wool piled to the ceiling, where I need a step-ladder to reach it

10 thoughts on “Fighting for Space

  1. Dianne here: Yikes she’s never revealed this much before…..looking forward to the visit; can you bring that maroon wool in the third pix second shelf? Wait til she see’s my “organization”!

  2. It’s funny but I think we all have rooms like this, I know I do. And then when I start a new project I always buy more wool. Oh well, I guess we could be doing worse things than braiding and/or hooking!

  3. Excellent space for creating!!!
    Nice having the wool on shelves to be able see and plan rugs. I go to the basement(dungeon) and dig in the plastic tubs to choose colors.

    • Dianne here: Agree Lou Ann about the tubs. Before we converted our grown daughter’s room to my fiber room (not wool room as I am also addicted to velvet and occasionally nylon), I stored my wool, etc under beds in zippered bags. The advantage was my husband (and I) did not really know how much I had. The disadvantages were obvious plus I was running out of beds!
      Now the fabric is laid out in long piles on wire shelves and the closet has wire drawers for all supplies and hooking wool strips and worms. Much better; Christine will see it soon: can’t wait for her visit!

  4. Somehow your pictures make me feel a tad bit better with all my wool stashed up and down and sideways. Have a good time with Diane.

  5. I’m loving all these posts of yours, Christine!! My wool is stored in cedar chests and I’m now thinking wire shelves!! What a good idea!! My quilt fabric is stacked in a tall wood cabinet and is easy to see, I have my knitting yarns in wire drawers in the closet design my son in law did for me. Why did I never think of wire shelves for my wool?? Thank you Christine!! Oh, Ben ??
    I need your help!!

  6. Oh what a wonderful craft. Wool bunnies and threads all over. My wool is in bins upstairs in the barn, in my craft room in laundry baskets, in the side porch room, on and around the dining room table and in the family room. It’s is so nice to know I’m not the only one with this addiction. But it leads down more roads. Penny rugs, knitting, hooking and coveting thy neighbors new wool jacket. Is there no end? I hope not. I hope I can encourage others to have this addiction. Peggyann

  7. Christine, You haven’t seen my basement yet. I must have over 50 large plastic containers full of wool both new and recycled. And yes, the floor is also a mess. No one is invited into my basement. It is always in such a disarray. I keep telling myself that I need to get rid of fabric. I won’t be around that many more years but … alas and alack I cannot part with it. I am doomed.
    When I go to church I check out the wool coats that people have worn and hope that some will make it into the twice a year rummage sale. You, Christine, are not alone.

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