(or, one person's party room is another person's dream studio)
We found a house. Not the one I mentioned in my last post; that deal fell through. A better one. Well, better in some ways - less land and smaller pole barn and more money is not better, but this one is newer and needs far less work overall. And the best part for me: a beautifully finished walkout basement which I can turn into my all-creative-stuff-in-one-place studio! If you know me you know I already have a rough floor plan drawn up and am making decisions on what's going where. I'm so excited!
But first, packing. Oh so much packing. I sure have a lot of stuff, and now with the passing of my mom I have inherited more. After garage-sale-ing much of her yardage fabric and yarn and lace and trims away last weekend, I was left with 15 boxes of remnants to sort through that I didn't have time for before the garage sale. Yes, 15 boxes. I thought it would be fairly easy (although time-consuming) to go through them and throw a bunch of it out and keep only the "best" stuff. Silly me. There we so many treasures in those boxes ... remnants from clothes she made for me when I was a little girl, her own clothes that I remember her wearing, lots unique vintagey-looking stuff that I just can't part with. I did manage to get rid of some, and box some up for donation, but still ended up with 9 boxes that I am keeping.
So yeah, I'm going to need that whole basement.