Spring Cleaning has become somewhat of a generic term for me. Sometimes, no matter what time of year, I find myself attacking closets and cupboards with a vengeance, discarding what I no longer need or want and tidying up what remains. Perhaps it's because lately it has been so dang hot, that I'm looking for things to do indoors and have the luxury of spending a few hours in the morning on such projects, that my house is getting a thorough going over.
Last week I cleaned out the guest room closet, which is where I keep my sewing and crafting supplies. I learned to sew when I was in grade school and it was always a big part of my life and who I was. I made all of my own clothes in junior high and high school (not uncommon in those days of Home Ec classes and fabric stores in every mall), and later became proficient enough to teach sewing classes and have a sewing business where I made everything from swimwear to bridal gowns.
It's been years since I've done that kind of sewing. When we moved into this house, I set up a sewing corner in the guest room, feeling drawn to creating something again. I even bought a load of fabric, a few patterns, and started a little quilt for my first granddaughter.
And there it stopped. Every time I would walk into the room, the machine would seem to beckon to me -- "remember me? I'm still here?" -- and I'd look away. I would open the closet and the boxes of old and new fabric had become hidden under linens and extra clothes and my gift stash.
Finally, I did some soul searching and decided that as much as I loved to sew in the past, that perhaps I prefer finding new ways to create. Writing, photography, art journaling on occasion. I can't imagine ever not having a sewing machine and few scraps of fabric to play with when the spirit moves me, but it was time to clear out the closet and make room for new.
Now, I have a small section of shelf dedicated to my gift stash, a few extra blankets and pillows for guests, books, a small box containing fabric I just could.not.part.with and plenty of room to hang my collection of table linens, which are now organized according to size and marked as such, eliminating the last minute struggle I have at every holiday dinner of which tablecloth fits the table with one leaf in, two leaves, no leaves? These are the things that cause me stress at holidays, not cooking the 20-plus pound turkey and all the sides. It's the tablecloth!
It's a small thing, but I feel as though I've accomplished something huge with this new system. And perhaps my sewing machine and I just might start spending a little time together once again.
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