For four months, I’ve been staring in frustration at a pile of boxes in my sewing room.
That’s about to change. Yesterday, I’d had enough of scrabbling in boxes, and got out the spirit level, cordless drill and screwdriver, pencil and stepladder. When the Husband got home, he found me hard at it and dived in to help. I finished up this morning. Now, at last, I have shelves for the novels, reference books, quilting books, sketchbooks, quilting magazines, project boxes, boxes of tools, rulers, scissors, folders, files, baskets… oh, I could go on. The great thing is that the space available on that wall is exactly the right size for the length of the shelves, tracks and brackets we brought with us from the old house, so I don’t have to cut anything off, and it looks nice.
The shelves of books have the added value of insulating that wall, which faces due west and gets warm to the touch in the heat of the afternoon. It will keep my workspace cooler, tidier and more organised. I will rediscover whole sections of floor, and be able to lay my hands on things without a frustrating hunt amongst still sealed and half emptied boxes.
And best of all, I’ve rediscovered tools, books and equipment I’d forgotten I own. It’s like my birthday all over again!