I have this vision of my creative space. In it, there are no piles for my daughter to dig through asking, “Mama, can I use this fabric for a picnic bundle?” She won’t make off with buttons or ribbon from my desk. She definitely won’t be checking out sharp, shiny, pointy objects.
This room doesn’t have a lot of storage space because we sacrificed most of the closet for an angled entry with a french door. Ah, yes. The french door that exposes my works in progress to the rest of the house.
I started this project back in March with a major destash. Since then I’ve been doing little bits in the evenings. Yesterday I got a surge of energy and made some real progress. It took all day. I recycled, donated, rearranged, decluttered and reorganized.
My vision? I think I’m almost there.
