I owe my success in the field of administration to my maternal grandfather, Leonard. Leonard always felt he was better at organization than most folks. He would unpack a car trunk and rearrange it to maximize the space. No matter how long it took or who had to wait on him.
I do that.
And I don’t understand people who don’t.
I am truly in my element when faced with a dirty space to clean, a stack of items to organize, or some combination of the two.
In the fall of 2016 we sold our family farm in Southwestern Ohio. We bought a house with acreage an hour northwest of our home of forty-plus years in North Dallas. There was no need to rush leaving the Dallas house, but the farm had to be vacated for a new owner. We made a few trips up, loading furniture and big items. Then a last frenzied trip with our son’s family to pack up the last bits and say goodbye. We rented a box truck, filled it to the doors, and brought it all back to Texas. Then I spent another several months lugging box after box into the new house.
Since then, I’ve done absolutely nothing with most of it. The boxes were unpacked and the closets filled. But nothing beyond that point.
Thankfully, we’ve had a run of crap weather and I’m already wearing the last of my fat pants, so I needed a reason to be up and moving that didn’t require being outdoors.
Equally important, the Leonard bug bit. Hard. It comes on like a prolonged hot flash and will not be denied until the job is done or I’m exhausted. I found myself in need of a long-term project.
Closets for the win.
Our upstairs bedrooms have two closets each, one for clothes, the other for storage. This is important as there is ZERO storage on the ground floor. We also have a closet we call the “Naughty Kid Closet” because it resembles the trunk rooms in 19th-century mansions used to store steamer trunks and cases. I was told once, on a tour of such a home, that when empty the trunk closets were exceptional places to send misbehaving children.
One child at a time, I would hope, or else what’s the use?
Our resident cats, Jake and Elwood, are jerks with no manners and few redeeming qualities. Therefore, our Christmas tree lives in the Naughty Kid Closet, well out of their reach. But the rest of the decorates (never decorations, always decorates) live in the storage closet in The Girl Room. My Leonard gene highly objects to such disorganization.
So the first stage of closet cleaning was to get all of the Christmas decorates into the same space.
The rest came like a waterfall.
Along the way, I managed to offload some lamps and artwork by agreeing to bring to my kids anything they wanted. They may just take it to Goodwill now and save the trouble later. But they aren’t advertising, if that’s the plan.
Done!
Now what?
Our house was advertised as a four bedroom by the realtor. But the fourth bedroom is really nothing more than an open area, suitable for a number of uses, except as a bedroom. No privacy. And the ceiling follows the roofline so that you end up bent in half on the one side. Or spend a great deal of time banging your head.
We use it as a tv room on one side and my woman cave is on the other. The woman cave has most recently become a catch-all, which irritates my Leonard gene immensely.
Still in the throes of my outbreak, I started pulling everything from the cave side of the room to the other side, sorting and stacking like things together, then sorting the stacks for giveaway and keep.
I now have a van full of stuff for donation. The desk and back-up table are moved to a more suitable arrangement. Scrapbook paper is sorted and shelved. Empty albums culled. Unfinished projects moved to the front to be finished, finally.
The glass mats have been taken up and taped back in place. Everything has been given a deep dusting.
The last big space to tackle, my sewing area.
Tucked under the dormer and supported by a sewing table Brother Jack made me, my sewing machine looks out into a huge oak tree. Ample light, occasional visiting bird, within earshot of my chimes below.
The table supports are storage cubes with drawers. I have a place for pressing and folding. A good sized folding cutting table. And more fabric than any one person should try to keep at one time.
I’d been looking for a while for fabric storage solutions that didn’t require reinventing the wheel. Or a massive plastics purchase. I scroll Pinterest and YouTube often. But the best resource I’ve found to date is Instagram videos. I must have stopped to watch a sewing video at some point and the algorithm started sending more. From that I found a fabric storage tutorial from Jan Howell using comic book boards. Her area is much bigger than mine, but the ideas were exactly what I was looking for.
Social media for the win!
The boards come in a variety of sizes. I chose 6.75″ x 10.5″ boards. I can use the full size boards for anything up to a yard without much trouble. I cut them in half for fat quarters and small leftover bits. At Jan’s suggestion, I ordered alligator clips like you’d find on men’s folded dress shirts to hold the fabric in place on the boards.
The large boards will stand inside the cubby areas. The cut boards fit well in clear freezer bins.
I had quite a lot more yardage pieces than I realized. Anything larger than a yard won’t fit on the boards well, so I flat folded them for now. I’m thinking long rectangles of heavy-duty cardboard will work there. And I can store those in a large tote.
Using my Christmas gift for Lowe’s, I searched for shelving that would suit the space and found this eight cubby storage. I may eventually turn it horizontal. Maybe get a second one or something else. For now, this is a gazillion times better than having it all in the chest-of-drawers in the clothes closet.
We’re coming into pruning season, so this project needs wrapping up. I think I’ve made myself happy.
For now.