2012: A Space Odyssey

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: a long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune
     One of the three little sisters wet the bed; so, Christmas morning often meant waiting at the hall door until she was readied and then the three little girls would bolt to the Christmas tree and see what Santa had delivered while the sugarplums danced in their little heads the restless night before.
     It had been all they could do to get to sleep; but eventually, their tired little eyes would close and slumber would wash over them.
     Christmas day would be spent playing with their new toys and old friends. They would have a home cooked Christmas meal and would wind down the joy that the day had been.
     The next week would be spent anticipating the dread of New Years coming; because it meant all the merriment, excitement and hope would be packed up into boxes and put back up on the wood shelf that ran across the one car garage above the old Buick engine hood.
Santa would go into hiding again for another year.
All the colorful glitter and glam would be converted back into normal living and it would seem lifeless for a little while. Finally, home would seem like home again.
Ms. SpoolTeacher’s mother was a pack rat. She’s kind of one too, to say the least.
Her mother was a master of space utilization. She can still see the rooms she grew up in, a 30 X 30 foot little “crackerbox house”, her mother would call it.
It was floor to ceiling, wall to wall furniture. She could throw her leg over the rail of the top bunk and land on a cupboard and get out of bed that way. There was no wasted space.Her mother wasn’t particularly interested in making things look pretty, just functional, and able to contain the ever increasing amassment of useful and unnecessary things.Ms. SpoolTeacher, on the other hand, was enamoured with all things to do with the visual enhancement of interior spaces; she wanted to make a little beauty out of the chaos of the clutter.
Ms. SpoolTeacher has made no resolutions as usual. She is just intent on furthering the goals already set in motion. She was told by a successful neurologist/businessman lately that the difference between success and failure with any endeavor is focus.2012 is going to be the year of the Space Odyssey; making the most of what she has and not to dwell on what she doesn’t.
She knows now that sewing is her therapy, joy and one of her favorite passions. She knows that she has amassed the most resources for this endeavor; so why not utilize what she has, place her focus here and trust it will be fruitful toward her business goals.She spent the week after Christmas, putting away ornaments and then off to the sewing Wreckroom to tweek it into her Sewing Re-creation Room. Yeah. That’s the focus.
Wall to wall, floor to ceiling furniture, just like when she was young. “Utilize what you have.” she said to herself.
Buttons, bows, fabrics, notions. A place for everything and everything in its place.
The things she uses most, ready on the waiting…
All her favorite ribbons, only a turn in the chair around…
There’s still much to do to be perfect (Paint Brush Monster having had his way with a few too many things), “…but what does perfect get you?” she thinks.
She can’t believe she got that cupboard top to squeeze into the ceiling like a glove.. or the tiered shelf her sister left fitting so perfectly into the corner in the closet…Now that is fortune-ate. Just what can she do with all this wealth of fabrics? Focus, focus, focus…[ “No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money. “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV, Matthew 6:24-25, 31-33)]”Where is that Paint Brush Monster when I need him? Paint Brush Monster, here Paint Brush Monster…! It’s cookie dookie time.”
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