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Craft  Room Take Two

Craft  Room Take Two

A couple years ago, my hubby gave up his man cave so I could have a bigger space for crafting. Yes, it was very gracious of him, and he’s a wonderful guy; but I wouldn’t award him sainthood just yet (that’s another story). I needed the largest room because of all the different tasks I’m responsible for in the home.

I started with a fun paint job. Chevrons went up in one day with leftover paints from past projects (cost me nothing). Then we went to IKEA and bought shelves to add to my collection (cost the Mr. a pretty penny). I chose open shelving because I won’t use products I can’t see, and I hate spending precious minutes looking for an item.

I’ve rearranged the furniture a number of times because it’s what I do. Since setting up this room, I’ve added sewing and embroidery to my crafting repertoire bringing the number of activities enjoyed in this room up to six (seven if you count puppy cuddling). This year I am teaching a Biology Lab, a second year Japanese language class,  a sewing class, and I started a Lego Club. I’m not tooting my own horn; I’m just saying all this activity comes with staging and storage difficulties.

I actually worked a day and a half re-organizing and cleaning this room before taking “before” pictures. Yes, please sympathize with me. One of the biggest problems has turned out to be the open storage. Dusting this room takes too much time with all the different containers and products. The glass containers have the gall to require an occasional washing. Oh, the nerve! And everything is on display to tempt my teenage daughter and her friends into hours of creative bliss which leads to a wonderful mess.

Sorry the pictures are terrible. There is only one window and the pictures were taken on my iPad. That’s my sewing table with the accompanying fabric storage alongside it. The shelf in the back stores most of my paper crafting supplies.

More paper crafting supplies are housed in the shelves along the wall right inside the doorway. Alright, to be perfectly honest, there are probably a hundred magazines taking up a few of those cubbies and unfinished projects.

Yes, we are shamelessly addicted to video games. Currently we have two Wii systems and a new Wii U. The XBoxes are in the attic because only my son plays those games. And, yes, this is also our school room. (All you homeschool mamas cringe now.) There’s no way I could’ve had this set up when they were younger.

And here is our school desk. I love this desk because it allows us to sit across from each other, and keeps our school books and supplies right at hand.

I want to say something cool like, “Here is my command center. It keeps me organized and my home and school running smoothly.” BUT, I’d be lying. I’m currently watching House, M.D., which is what I do here; along with general internet activities. My homeschool job will be over in three and a half years. I won’t lie and say I’m working on my organizational skills. Maybe I’ll change my mind when New Year’s resolution making time comes around. 😜

Okay, since honesty has been a theme this morning, I will tell you that I plan to re-work this room to better fit our needs–okay, my needs–which are:  1) it has to be pretty and 2) it still has to serve all the original functions (school, sewing, crafting, gaming, socializing, yoga). AND, honestly, I’m giving myself three weeks, so it may not get finished until next summer when my “vacation time” will be longer. So, don’t wait with bated breath, but do check back in three weeks for the reveal (or at least an update).

Have a creative day!


It still looks like this! I haven’t been feeling well for the last 5 or 6 months, but I was feeling better today until I decided to come work on this room.

My major problems:

  1. I don’t want to partake in gross consumerism–ha! I actually have no money for consumerism…of any kind.
  2. I bought all of these IKEA bookshelves that are more modern than my taste, so I need to figure out how to soften the room.
  3. I love all the beautiful studios that have everything on display, but I’ve been there and done that. It takes FOREVER to keep everything clean. HOWEVER, I cannot totally conceal all my supplies because I would never use them–been there, done that also.

Is it terrible that I just want to throw everything out and start over?


Gypsy Girl for My Gypsy Girl

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Gypsy Girl for My Gypsy Girl

I finally finished binding this quilt. I bought the fabric last year, or maybe the year before? I pieced it this March and now it’s finally bound! My daughter chose the fabric, the pattern (which she found in A Baker’s Dozen:  13 quilts from jelly rolls, layer cakes, and more), and placed each piece; and I sewed it all together.

Gypsy Girl by Lily Ashbury Fabric

The fabric is Gypsy Girl by Lily Ashbury. It literally made my heart ache with it’s beauty–and, also, I regret not purchasing more fabric. I would love to cover my couches and dining room chairs with this fabric. Maybe even make some drapery, or sundresses in every print. Ha!

I woke my daughter up and chased her into the yard with her new quilt, so I could get a photo before we had to run off to vacation Bible school. We were both in our jammies, and while taking the picture we heard our neighbor’s car start up. My girl is a new teenager, and the thought of being seen outside in her jammies by the boys next door drove her to wrap herself in the quilt. I hurriedly snapped the photo and we both darted safely into the house unseen.

IMG_1035What shall I do with myself now? I’m sure I’ll find something! Have a wonderful week!

A Relaxing Sunday View

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A Relaxing Sunday View

This is my view from my seat today. I’m in my craft room. I scrapbook, sew, and teach my daughter here. Today, I’m learning more about gardening through You Tube. Just thought I’d share a picture of a few things I learned to do from the Internet. I am learning to quilt. I have eight quilts under my belt and I was still having trouble matching seams. I found a tutorial from Moda Bakeshop which resulted in the quilt top you see.

I painted chevrons on my wall with paints leftover from the other rooms in my house. I saw a tutorial on painting chevrons on Pinterest. There was too much measuring and math in it, so I just eyeballed it and used painter’s tape. It only took a few hours and it was so much fun to do.

The artwork is made up of hundreds of butterflies I punched from paper. I saw it pinned on Pinterest, but I think the original came from Etsy. I hope you’re enjoying your day and learning something new!IMG_1819.JPG

Lesson Learned

I cannot tell you how much money I’ve spent on boxes, baskets, and containers to corral the video game mess in the craft room.  I have organized and reorganized that area hundreds of times.  Each time by myself. Every year or so, I go out and buy a new container that I think everything will fit into–and then the container itself doesn’t fit on the shelf under the television. IF it happens to fit, the kids don’t put everything back into it the correct way–my way.

I know. Please no suggestions about how I should get them into the habit of cleaning up after themselves. They do. It lasts a day, and then we go through the whole process over again.

This morning I went to the local craft store and bought some nice baskets that I thought would do the trick. They were half-off the regular price. Score! I brought them home and called my daughter to me. I handed the baskets to her and assigned her the job of reorganizing the video game area. The only thing I told her was to let me know if the baskets wouldn’t fit on the shelf.

Twenty minutes later, I have a beautifully organized space. AND I didn’t have to spend hours trying to make sense of it all.  She even took a few minutes to label some games, so she could find them at a glance.

Now to get her to organize our school area.



Saturday’s Siren Song

Saturdays are always promising. It’s a “free” day for me. A day in which no schooling is done. A day in which I can choose my destiny. Early in my marriage, Saturdays were spent crafting in my sparkly clean house while my children played in their rooms or outside. Today is Saturday, and more often than not, I find myself cleaning. Cleaning! Before getting married I promised myself that I wouldn’t be “one of those women” who saved cleaning for Saturdays. In the beginning, it was easy. I cleaned a little everyday, followed my mother’s motto “a place for everything and everything in it’s place”, and I was always rewarded with a “free” Saturday. I prided myself on the readiness of my home to accept visitors at a moment’s notice. This cleanliness took place in rented homes across the country. I must mention the fact that in each of these homes was a storage closet or two and a shed or garage in which lived copious amounts of STUFF. Fast forward to today. We finally own our own home and my husband has forbidden me to stuff any more junk in the attic. I actually sorted and cleaned out the attic last week, but now there are piles of junk in the garage, which to my way of thinking is almost out the door.

There is something about home ownership that seems so final to me. I hesitate to store things away and I question every decision when finding a “place for everything” so much so that there are pockets of resisting clutter all over the house! This makes cleaning nearly impossible for me. Saturdays are spent first in battle with clutter and then actual cleaning. It’s exhausting, and I’ve come to dread Saturdays.

Two weeks ago, my sweet neighbor came over with an apple pie for us. I greeted her at the door with a smile on my face and kind words of thanks, but there was no way in the world I would let her into my (dare I say filthy?) home.

So today’s siren song is, again, set to the tune of cleaning; but I am hearing strains of a different song in the background that is heightening my anxiety. It sounds like sunshine, birdsong, and smells like basil. If you guessed spring, you are correct. If I don’t get the inside of my home sorted out, I won’t be able to keep up with all the gardening I plan on doing come spring. My solution is simple. I plan on having at least three Saturdays a week until I am good and ready. Oh, and I plan to enlist help. There are two other people in this house that will learn to hear the Siren’s song, but I’m also going to start singing it to my friends. I do have some sweet lady friends who love to help, especially in the advice giving department. I would love any advice or tips from anyone out there. Please help change Saturday’s Siren song to one that calls me to play or to lie in the sun with a good book!

Inexpensive eye-candy, I found at World Market, to cheer me on to my goal of serene home.