I live and craft in England (or perhaps “live to craft...”?). I love colour and I love pretty things.
I must have been a magpie or a butterfly in a previous life, such is my attraction to colourful and shiny stuff (aka, pretty, shiny things).
This blog is my attempt to make sense, and keep track, of what I make.
confessions of a fabric obsessive
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Now that my children are back from university for the summer and I’m a full-time mom again, I find myself having to remind them to put their things away. I’m getting last year’s answers too; “but what’s the point, the house is full of (insert your own choice of word here)”. Biting my tongue so I didn’t get distracted from what I needed to do (just do it please) but these words stuck in my mind.
As you might know, I’ve spent months being firm with myself, clearing out what I don’t need any more and trying to organise myself better. I’m now at the stage where all that’s left is stuff that hasn’t been put away properly or doesn’t have a proper home yet.
So I thought I would post about the organisation and storage “solutions” I have used and the ones I have yet to complete.
I’ve used this idea (and put it in an old photo frame) from Pickled Herring for my dangly earrings, so that they don’t tangle up together and so I can see what I’ve got (my word, some of those green earrings are long)
and a mug tree (yes, but a shiny mug tree) for my necklaces, bracelets and cuffs.
The rest of my jewellery is put away in a proper jewellery box, and I’m happy with how that works.
I’ve finally found the type of trouser hanger that Lindsay from The Cottage Home used for her ribbon storage idea, as you can see not much of my ribbon is on spools, but I’m saving up my cotton reels to wind the longer lengths of ribbon on to as they just fit on the hanger.
(if anyone else in the UK wants to do this, pop to Poundstretcher quick before they sell out)
Yes, I have quite a lot of ribbon. I like pretty, colourful things: ribbon is pretty and colourful. I buy 2m lengths at the Bullring Market to cheer myself up. There are worse things I could spend my 59p on.
I’ve already shown you the pouches for my spectacles, mp3 players, my long wrap and my hand-sewing-needlebook:
Although I don’t have the same type of drawers with the scoop-outs that Cindy has, I’ve done this with a spare chest of drawers that came down from the loft, and I’m very happy!
there’s still some fabric that hasn’t quite made it into the drawers, but I’m working on it. There are two more drawers in this chest, and I think I’m going to need them!
I haven’t yet finished storing my thread in a way that pleases me. At the moment they’re in old biscuit tins and clear plastic tubs so at least I usually know where they are and I can sometimes find what I’m looking for. I’m planning to do this with them, as soon as I remember to buy a huge picture frame from a charity/thrift shop.
My chances of getting my thread organised like this if I have to make a frame first are slim-to-none. If I put the nails in at an angle, I think I can hang the frame up without the reels falling off instead of having to prop it up so the frame is lounging against the wall.
Writing this now, I can see why I haven’t done much sewing lately, and I’m starting to feel better about it. Looking at my photos, I appear to be having a fuzzy day too. Oh well.
I’ll leave you with more photos of
my precious, my babies, my beautiful, colourful quilting fabrics.
I got up from the chair in front of my computer this morning (very slowly and a bit painfully) and I thought: “I’m going to blog about me today”.
It’s that time of year when I run out of fingers and toes when counting my new age, again. I’m a year older than Andre Aggassi, Kelly Holmes, Macy Gray and Uma Thurman, and a year younger than singers Kylie Minogue and Anastasia.
The day I was born: The Beatles “Get Back” was number 1 in the UK music charts, Patrick Troughton was Doctor Who. Seven weeks later, man set foot on the moon for the first time: a few months later the Woodstock Festival happened. Sesame Street and Scooby-Doo were aired for the first time. Harold Wilson was in Number 10, Nixon was in the White House, US troops were still in Vietnam. A few months before, Elvis has just recorded “Suspicious Minds”. The Beatles had already played their last live performance, on the roof of Apple Studios. Concorde had just had its first test flight.
Yes. I’m that old.
I’m definitely starting to enjoy my birthdays rather than being disappointed by them (ages 15 to 37), or dreading them (ages 28 to 31, and 36 to 39). Has the occasion changed or have I?
Me, definitely me.
I’ve learnt to ask for what I want, to say no to what I don’t want, and I’ve found (and hung on to) people who are happy to hug me on “National Claire Day”. As you may have spotted in my posts, I’ve had a child and work-stress free year (almost a year) now that my children are both away at university (proud Mom moment, sorry), so I’ve had a lot of time to think, and work things out in my head.
I’m a lot more together today than I have been for years, and more content too. I’ve accepted myself (cliché moment, I know) and I’m working with what I’ve got (or with what I am) instead of trying to be the same as everyone else. I’m never going to be great at remembering things (apart from completely random and useless stuff) so I’ve stopped trying to remember and trained myself to record the important stuff instead.
I now take (lots of) pleasure in (lots of) little things and have let go of a lot of the “stuff” that was making me unhappy. OMG, I’ve finally grown-up! 🙂
One of my friends sent me this:
I’m being taken out to dinner tonight by my fiancé, Mr CB, so I’m off to get myself dressed up.
Happy (43-year-old) ClaireBear
Other birthdays in blogland
Aging Sucks (catatonicinmyhead.wordpress.com) my heart goes out to her, I used to be incredibly disappointed too
Happy Birthday to me (oldmdgirl.blogspot.com)
Birthdays are good for you (captainofthissurvivorship.wordpress.com)
Happy Birthday Astrid! (kipsoton.wordpress.com)
My birthday last year