We live in a four-bedroomed house. There are two of us, and a dog (and two chinchillas). That means that J and I get a room each for our own messes/storage etc. Until recently, J worked from home, so really needed that space; on the other hand, I just needed somewhere to dump all my books, stash and tools – and, ideally, to actually do my hobbies. My sewing machines live there. And my knitting machine (and its ribber attachment, which is just as big as the main machine). And a loom, too, now. And Skinny Annie, my tailor’s dummy. I have a desk in there, too. Quite a lot of it is taken over with cardmaking supplies. Then there’s all kinds of other stuff – like my flute and recorders, the paper for wrapping presents, the scales for weighing parcels…. Neither of my spinning wheels live there; there isn’t room.
So, it’s pretty crowded in there, then. And disorganised. I avoid working in there unless I have to, because you can barely turn around without falling over something.
To cut a long story at least a little bit shorter, I need to destash, organise and enjoy my room. I want to be able to actually spin, weave and sew in there – though only one activity at once – it’s still only a small room!
So, I’m aiming to sort through one fabric box (or equivalent) every week, and actually *dispose* of what I decide not to keep.
Because with less stuff hanging around, I might be able to use the stuff I have.
The room is actually ‘L’ shaped, and is laid out roughly so:
In an ideal world, I would only have enough stash to fill the cupboard next to my desk, and the huge shelves could go. I’ve got a long way to go before I reach that level of decluttered, though.
But I have already made one decision. It is no longer to be called ‘my room’ – in any case, the word is deeply inappropriate in so many ways – it is ‘my studio’. If I give it a more serious name, I might treat it more seriously. And you don’t just store stuff in a studio; you work there, too.