You know when you don’t feel comfortable in your own house? You know that feeling? Where everywhere you look is a problem. Everywhere you look needs work. There isn’t a single corner you can sit in where you feel productive and happy and content in knowing that part of your house is just the way you want it.
I’ve had that feeling for the past three months.
I moved into this apartment over four years ago with an ex boyfriend. We moved in because a friend of ours had to vacate pronto because she left her live in girlfriend for a boy while we were in Prague. I was calling it ‘The Relationship Killer’ for a while, but now I just think relationships that start before you’re 20 are doomed from the start.
And PT and I have been rockin’ it out since our summer hiatus, and his stuff has been sitting in boxes in every corner of the apartment for three months. We had been licking our chops just waiting for the chance to move into the room left vacant by our roommate, and after a paint job, we started spreading out.
We had a study/dining room/living room/storage room that was basically just a dumping ground we hardly spent any time in that was home to a futon and coffee table, now happily situated in the football room, complete with quilts and pillows my mom has made me over the years, and my first knitting project ever! That gigantic striped/weird purple shaped shawl.
My worktable has been folded up against the fireplace in the bedroom for months and months. My sewing machine was completely covered by things I needed to sew as soon as I had the room to sew, perpetuating the problem.
(See my sign?! I’ve got to figure out a way to hang it up over my table!)
Yeah, there is a lot of stuff on there, but that is my slightly urgently needed sewn pile there on the right, and it is only taking up the tiniest section of my table, as opposed to all being draped over my sewing machine. MANAGEABLE! What a concept.
And, maybe more than anything else, I now have a place to put my inventory and finished projects! Hello, wardrobe. I love you.
All this had been shoved in plastic containers used as tables in my pantry. Now it can breath and be remembered. I knit myself up some emergency I-must-have-lost-my-mittens-last-winter mittens this weekend with time I wanted to be using differently (little did I know that it was going to be 70 in Chicago this week!), and I found four pairs buried under onions and vinegar in my kitchen!
I’m sitting in my football room right now. It’s still kind of a mess, but a manageable mess that I’m going to start tackling as soon as I publish. I’m sitting on the futon, not my bed. I know where things that I need are. There aren’t boxes everywhere! The walls are blue.
It is kind of magical what a little paint did here, and for my sanity. Thanks, Dutch Maid!