Now that the kids have moved in and gotten settled into their new room, the house has been put back to normal, and life has resumed... I can finally turn my attention to what's been missing in my life.
EVerything studio-kept except for a few must-have baskets of yarn and needles is waiting for me in the dark and creepy basement of our house. Every time I go down to do laundry I look at all the boxes and machines and the furniture and the tables and lamps and all of it and I sigh and turn and walk away. I have yet to feel motivated to get to it. It's too much stuff. It needs reorganizing. I think it needs paint. And it definitely needs shelves. And it will have to get new lighting. It's going to take a lot of work.
But the motivation is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I've been scribbling ideas into a book instead of banging them out on the sewing machine, and it's not nearly as satisfying. I have spring ideas floating around that need somewhere to rest. I need a place to cut and sew and I miss my stuff. The basement WILL be good, once we get past the dark and basement-y feeling. It's a lot more room, I can afford to be and look less cluttered. I can have a bigger cutting table. I can put my machines side by side. I think I'll take the weekend to rest and to plan... and then it's time to gut the place and start from the beginning.
Wish me luck.