Friday, January 8, 2010

crap closet

This is what I lovingly refer to as my "crap closet". If you say it really fast five times in a row it sounds like "craft closet". In other words it's were I keep the goods. It is a coat closet, and yes it is smack in the middle of the hallway.

It is what it is.
I keep all my fabric folded and stored in the clear totes. Batting that is left over from another project is piled next to the fabric. All that loose Marine Corp stuff you see ? That's stuff for a project that my mother-in-law dropped on me.
I keep my quilts folded on the hangers. I also keep my tops to be quilted in here, basically anything that is done or going to be done at some point. The boys like this system, they know when they get cold they can open the closet and grab a quilt. The only one not in here right now is the military quilt I just finished for Ryan. That one is up in the bonus room, and of course Gavin's birthday quilt which is halfway on his bed and the floor.
Then there are my two sewing machines. I decided to keep my Brother machine. It still works fine. I piece my tops and backs using it, and I actually use it to wind my bobbins while I am working with my quilting machine. I have an emotional attachment to my Brother, without it there would be no blog. The rest of this junk falls under the scrap booking category. Or since I don't really scrapbook anymore, I like to say "paper crafting". Whatever that means.

My super huge cutting mat is hidden behind that rolling cart of "paper crafting" items. Everything fits just so and it works as far as being able to have quick access to things when I have a minute, hour, day to spend quilting.

My dream is to one day have a dedicated space. With a long desk where I can keep everything I am working on right where I left it. Trash can's that are built into the underside of the table, scissors that don't disappear and a nice display for all my thread. Also a fully functional coffee pot would be an added bonus.

I can hang a "NO BOYS ALLOWED SIGN" (but make exceptions when no-one is looking).

Crap room doesn't sound nearly as fun as a crap closet though.