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So we threw out the fugly, behemoth sofa bed that has been languishing in the garage these last mumblety (five) years.  That gave us lots of room for the motorcycle and the two new camping boxes that Wolfie built and we have been finishing this weekend.  And then we started looking at some of the Rubbermaid tubs that were behind the couch...

I found fabric.  Lots of fabric.  Four boxes of fabric.  Looks like good stuff, too, though the light in the garage is limited to what comes in through the door, and the boxes are at the back.  I know I saw some nice-looking wool, and a big bag of the cotton crinkle from Freya, among other things.  Problem is, my sewing room can't accommodate it at the moment; I'd need still more storage.  I have a cunning plan to make that happen, though.  I just need to do other things first, most of which involve repatriating things in my sewing room to other areas of the house, and then getting two more sets of storage drawers.


Well, with more storage drawers, I can maybe store garb if there's no fabric to go in?  Lordy, how did I get here?  Good thing I don't have any receipts; I'd hate to think what I've spent in the last seven years on fabric... and then to think what I wasted because I sucked at sewing!  (Well, actually, I sucked at patterning, but I'm much better now.) 

OTOH, it was just like Christmas and a Fabric Fix binge, all rolled into one, without spending any money or family drama.  I can't wait to get my room whipped into shape so I can see what I have out there!

Also, WAIT till y'all see the box that Wolfie built.  As he said, he started out building a box, and he ended up with furniture.  It's glorious.  It smells good, too, because we waxed it with Wood Beams, which has lavender and lemon essential oils.  The other box is nice enough, but *this* is spectacular.

i feel: happy happy

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esmerel From: esmerel Date: July 10th, 2006 05:20 am (UTC) (base camp)
Four boxes? Holy cow, I'm afraid to ask how you didn't notice you were missing four boxes in the first place, but I suspect the answer would disturb me :)
tashabear From: tashabear Date: July 10th, 2006 05:47 am (UTC) (base camp)
They rushed me when I was packing to move and I didn't get to make an inventory. My family just doesn't understand how very much I love packing lists -- I'm a professional logistician, for gods' sake! Seriously, I don't remember even buying some of that stuff.

Also, the men in my life don't understand that when it comes to boxes that must be moved regularly, "bigger is better" does not necessarily apply, hence the reason why we have a spectacularly gorgeous box that could hold four to six small children, stacked like cordwood. The thing is something like 3.5'-4' high! I would love it just as much if it were a foot shorter (and I've asked for two more, a foot shorter than Big Bertha). My guiding principle is to have enough room in my boxes for my stuff. No more, no less.

Then again, the garb stash has expanded considerably this year... and if there's room in the box, I'll have room to buy stuff at Pennsic and carry it home... Maybe Big Bertha isn't such a bad idea after all.
2 trips or shoot the rapids