She spent the day alone, by choice, and enjoyed every single (pun intended) minute of it. Alone with her (senior) puppies that is.
“Is it soup yet? We’ve been waiting with bated breath, all the live long day, under your feet wherever you went, smelling those smells and hearing the fridge open and the can opener sound, and spoons come out of the spoon holder thing. We’ve waited long enough!”
Ms. SpoolTeacher mushes their portions because it helps slow down their gulping it down in one lump. This was really an after dinner treat. They’d already had their main meal.
Gulp, gulp, gulp…it only took them a few gulps. “Is there any more? How about that that you have on your plate?”
She had after dinner dates and a movie with Bruce Willis. She thought she had seen all of his Die Hard movies, but to her delight, there was one she had missed, Die Hard 2, Die Harder. She’s been buying VHS videos at her local thrift store for 10 cents each. Since she gave up TV, she is enjoying catching up on all the movies she missed during the video years.
She has acquired quite a collection. They were lining the shelves she built in her bedroom, with nary a space left for more…until she got the motivation to, once again, tackle the garage-that-wants-to-be-a Where Women Create studio.
She should be ashamed, but she’s not. Yes, she ate the whole plate of goodies for Thanksgiving, almost as fast as the girls ate theirs.
What she really should be ashamed of to show you though, is the mess that was her patio that is trying to get into her garage-that-wants-to-be-a Where Women Create studio. . Sometimes she thinks she will never, ever, ever get her things in the order that will allow her to be a Where Women Create kind of person. So many things keep interfering, not the least of which is trying to MAKE MONEY(the harder way – doing what you don’t love).
All of a sudden something else got in the way of her MAKING MONEY (the harder way), she lost most of her paying gigs. People get poorer than they used to be. People’s lives change and they don’t need her services. And, very sadly, people die.
She is trying to believe that this is a good thing. Not that people die, of course. One of her favorite clients just passed away and it kind of shook her up. It started making her think about what time she has
left ahead, and just WHAT IS SHE WAITING FOR!!!
Now she has to do the things she loves to do. There aren’t a lot of options.
She’s really proud of what she has accomplished in the parts of the last two days. She really believes that “cargo” is crippling; but the cargo she has is cargo that can create a living for her. She just needs to get with it.
She has a shop on Etsy where she markets the things she makes. These are her Christmas Candy Bar Stockings.
She wants to make a lot more stuff to market there from her resources that already exist.
The problem has been that her resources have been strewn because of numerous life changing events that have caused her to shift, shift and re-shift her home around countless times to accommodate ever more cumbersome, crippling cargo.
Try not to be too critical and remember this is stage one of her conversion toward the garage-that-wants-to-be-a Where Women Create studio…
This is the first picture she took after moving things out of the main pathway…
Then she set up a “sorting table”…
Then she took all her fabrics off of the shelves and put them onto the sorting table …
and then moved the bookshelves over to the step that used to be an exit from the living room….
…and then over night she filled them up with the VHS videos that were overwhelming her bedroom shelves…
She started doing what any Clutter-Busterer would be well advised to do and started putting all like things together (see all the sewing notions accumulating above the bookshelves?)
All the collectibles that had been on the top of the bookshelves went to the top of the refrigerator and will soon go to a collectibles shop (her friend owns) to sell and possibly posted on her Etsy shop to boot, (many, many, many more of those in her garage-that-wants-to-be-a Where Women Create studio).
See, this time is a good thing. As long as she doesn’t panic.
Next, the counter came forward to be a work table in the center and the hutch top went in its place supported by two old nightstands she has had for ~ 40 years that came out from the garage-that-wants-to-be-a Where Women Create studio. We’re making progress…
It’s amazing what you can do by yourself when you put your mind to it. She moved that hutch from the desk to the nightstands by placing a board across the two items and shimming the hutch in place.
She then swept it out and loaded it with all the fabrics that had been moved to the sorting table…
The goal is to have all these wonderful resources out and available. All part of the conversion of the garage/studio. Remember, this is stage one.
So, so far, from this…
Be kind. They’re making do with the least of things; using it up, wearing it out, making it do, or doing without…and, trying to make a living with resources she already has.
Just in the nick of time! Right after she got the last of the resources in their temporary homes, it started to rain.
Little (Old, Senior) Red-Haired Girl, stuffed, (not with turkey), taking a nappy nap under the table next to Ms. SpoolTeacher Thanksgiving evening.
No mice were injured in the cumbersome, crippling, cargo conversion toward garage-that-wants-to-be-a “Where Women Create” studio stage one production. Mousie is running free in the wide open fields, free as a bird. Someday, Ms. SpoolTeacher will tell you the ultimate best way to catch a mouse without harming it. (They live for years in residence, months in the wild, so don’t worry about overpopulation.)