I’m convinced boxes grow. Not merely sprout, but actually have creepers that slink across the living room silently, stealthily and then, in the small corner behind the lamp next to the sofa, BURST out so that there are at least 2 or 3 more boxes.
At least I can see the floor now. Yesterday was a turning point — I uncovered my now long neglected (3 weeks, maybe more) spinning wheel box and found places for most of my fibery things.
Recently I’ve been reminded of the (original of course!) movie, “Yours, Mine and Ours” with Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda. Take two thirty-somethings both with one-bedroom apartments full of things such as DVDs (Doug’s passion), Fiber (my passion) and Books (both of our passions) and try to fit them into one of your one-bedroom apartments and what do you get?
Just when I empty one box, I turn around and there’s another. And, of course, there’s the question of where to put things once the box is emptied (those things seem to magically multiply too…) Part of me just wants to throw everything away, but then again, what would I do without my collection of books, fiber and art supplies? Being the craft-addict that I am, If I threw or gave them away…
I know that I’d just wind up buying more!