When we moved into our current apartment last July, I was suddenly thrust into a strange and delightful world nearly entirely new to me; the world of the Craft Room. My mom and I had set up something like a craft room when I was in high school, but it’s never quite the same if you have to share, and I was very excited to try to set up the perfect working space for myself. In that interest, I put out a call to friends for artwork to put in my room; I carefully planned the layout of the furniture I had available, and purchased a hutch and shelves to maximize surface area and storage; and I attempted to set things up to provide myself with the maximum inspiration possible within the space I have available.
However, since we moved in, I have sat in that room and worked a grand total of maybe five times. This has bothered me quite a lot, really, since it’s such a wonderful asset to have, I can’t help but feel guilty and confused about not utilizing it. Since a big part of what I’m doing this year for myself is ridding myself of guilt, I’ve decided that I need to fix whatever it is about the room that is not calling to me and getting me to sit down in there and create.
I started in on it today, with some reorganization- mostly of my yarn. I’ll take you on a bit of a tour- if you want more details, a flickr set with notes is here.
This is my desk.
Up until today, the top cubby held an assortment of costume pieces from Halloween and a few papers. Now, it holds yarn- but not just any yarn. That is all, except for two sweater quantities, of my new, unused yarn, including a couple of skeins of handspun. It kind of makes me weep a little that I only have that much that is new. Oh well.
The leftovers live on the other side of the room, here:
And here, with the two aforementioned sweater quantities:
The yarn in the drawer is useable amounts of leftovers; the stuff in the sheet-bags is ball ends, too little to do anything with.
Why, you ask, do I not count all of those seemingly unused skeins in the drawer as new yarn? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s because I’m neurotic, and have this weird and totally stupid delusion that knitting something for someone with leftover yarn is like inviting them over for dinner and serving leftover food. It’s totally tacky and I can’t bring myself to do it. It also helps that, like my inability to happily do a pattern twice, I have an identical distaste for using the same exact yarn twice (same color and all). It’s boring.
Meanwhile, my spinning supplies live in the bottom drawer.
And my spinning wheel is across from the dresser and shelves.
As you can see (more if you check out that flickr set above) it’s a reasonably tidy space, full of color, and as of today I finally have yarn in plain view (something that has been bothering me about the room was that all my yarn was hidden away). There are still a few things to fix before it’s truly comfortable.
One is the lack of audio entertainment- either music or podcasts. I have a cd player, but I don’t particularly care for cds, as they are so limited. I have an mp3 player, but since I have no speakers for it, I have to use headphones, effectively cutting off all communication with anyone around. Since I don’t live alone and I quite like talking to my husband, that doesn’t work for me. So I’ll be working on solving this issue, along with the fact that I have to go into the bedroom to communicate via internet or check ravelry. You wouldn’t think a 15 foot walk would be such a hassle, but when I’m in the spinning groove and have a few ounces of predrafted fiber on a cloth on my lap… it gets to be a real sore point when I hear the “bink” of google chat telling me someone’s talking. (And no. I can’t ignore it. I like people.)
In other news, I finished up the first Leyburn sock today, and it fits pretty well! It’s maybe a little long, but is very comfortable.
I feel like, throughout the day today, I’ve been coming up with topic after topic to talk about on the blog, but I can’t fit them all into one post- I’m already at 775 words at this point!- so tonight, I’ll leave you all with a series of questions… one that’s been occupying much of my headspace lately.
What is guilt, to you? Does it serve a purpose, or is it just a negative thing? Do you harbor lots of guilt, and if so, does this bother you? How do you feel it helps or hinders you?