Let me begin by saying that the room started out as a library. I used to read. A lot. The room was full of bookcases and books.
Now most of my free time is spent knitting and spinning. I stopped buying books and started buying yarn. And spinning tools. And fiber. And yarn. And yarn and yarn and yarn.
So the room got crowded.
Then Dollar and I got a new bed and the old bed went where? Into the craft room. A full size bed into an already crowded room.
I had to shift things in front of other things, blocking other things just to get the stupid bed in.
The room was beyond crowded- there was hardly any room to walk.
And now... Be horrified and shocked at the messy mess...
"Yikes" is right. Over the course of a week I moved out 2 black bags of garbage, 1.5 black bags of donations to Listen, 1 tub of books to the used book store and 3 bookshelves (and all their books) were moved to other areas of the house.
Now the room looks like:
I even cleaned out the closet. It's not ready for a magazine spread just yet but it's so... open. I love hanging out in here now. I used to just come in, step over things, grab what I was looking for and head back downstairs where I would inevitably spread the mess.
I moved a computer to the desk so I have a nice workstation to blog, post pictures to Flickr and update Ravelry. I organized yarn and came to the brutal realization that I really, really, REALLY don't need to buy any more yarn for the rest of my life.
My sister helped me make a collage with yarn labels I've been collecting since I started knitting:
Whenever she comes down to hang out, I end up blindsiding her with a "hey, let's do this project", whether it's dying yarn or spending hours getting our fingers all gluey from a collage. At least she's always up for it.
Siiiiiiiiiigh. I'm pleased. Now I need another vacation to rest.