Step 4: Enjoy and be Creative!
Thankfully this process is now done! What a mess! Everything is now in order and hopefully I can be more productive rather than feeling like I've stepped into a troll's cave. Here is the closet with the new shelves that I installed. Yes, "I" installed them; I can use power tools just as well as anyone else. My husband came in once, took a look and walked out. The pictures are actually from left to right. One end is for art garments and the shelf above is for all the shoes and acccessories. The middle section contains all the beads/sequins, patterns and sewing notions, with the yarn in bins above. The last section contains all the fabric, with batting in bins below and the cottons and fancy fabrics in their own bins above. Last, but not least, the shelves on the wall received the organization treatment, too.
Take a look at the photos of the apparel fabrics below, and note the amount of colors in each pile. I have a thing about organizing into the colors of the spectrum. Threads, fabrics, beads and sequins all follow this formula.
There is only one little piece of yellow, and one smallish piece of purple lining, compared to the large stack of red and the heap of black. Interesting, huh?
Q/A: Shorty wanted to know: "You are always talking about the bus and how you take your work with you. How much time do you spend on the bus and HOW do you stitch so well on a BUS!?" Well, I did a post on "buswork" a while ago. I actually spend 45 minutes each way on the bus, so that's 1 1/2 hours on the days I ride. I ride as a school bus chaperone 2 to 3 times per week. This of course, saves on gas, but also gives me some free time to stitch or whatever. I've learned how to work in whatever environment I'm in - sometimes that involves being patient and waiting to take a stitch until the environment is stable!
Parting Shot: Little Kiwi has a friend. It seems like she likes my daughter and me the best so far. Of course, we're not the ones that have given her drops for ear mites or flea treatments, either; just food. She's not so trusting with my son, but will let him pet her occasionally. My poor husband is another story. He's the one that has done the medications. She is warming up to him, just taking a bit longer.