Fibromyalgia is kicking my butt. Yesterday’s flare has sat on me all today. I’ve had very little energy and spent a lot of time lying down. However, Hubby has been a gem and helped me by being my mover. If you saw my house at the moment, you might not realise that I like neat surroundings. My flat is, frankly, cluttered beyond belief and I hate it.
We moved in as happy newlyweds with no kids, no pets and only ourselves to please. We live in a quiet 2 bedroom flat and the 2nd bedroom started life as an office space that rapidly degenerated into Junk Room. You know how it goes, you have guests coming short notice so you throw everything in the spare room to sort out later. Then stuff piles up on the dining table so you pop in the office out the way to sort out later. Then you get a delivery of furniture which needs putting together but you don’t have time right now so you stick it in the office to do later. Then later becomes never.
And then the newlyweds get used to having a Junk Room and it’s ok because we don’t need that bedroom anyway. Until we do. Out of the blue (we had given up on having kids), I found out I was pregnant. Action stations demanded clearing out the Junk Room and making it into a Nursery. Except at the same time, the flat owners decided to put in a new kitchen and bathroom. So suddenly there’s boxes everywhere and my fridge is living in the small gap left behind the sofa from all the stuff that was in the Junk Room.
Then the whole babydom thing happened. Suddenly, the newlyweds are parents and are distracted from all the stuff hiding behind the sofa. We kinda get used to stuff being there. We don’t really notice it much. Except I do. And I hate it. And just as I was starting to get it sorted, I was pregnant again. And, oh my, did I feel rough.
Fast forward a year (let’s skip the nausea and bloating, shall we?) and we have a beautiful baby girl and even less room to swing our poor put upon feline. We have Girly in a travel cot in our room as Boyo can’t cope with her crying at night. So things are cramped and cluttered. And guess what? I hate it!
Despite feeling like a mouldy damp dishrag, I decided enough was enough. All my creative project were ending up in a heap beside my bed which meant I couldn’t get to it easily and my bedside cabinet was marooned in a sea of stuff. With Hubby moving while I directed, we cleared it out and turned round my bedside cabinet so I can access it easily! My craft supplies now have a proper home and I LOVE IT!!!
I love knowing where my yarn bag is. I love knowing where my bag of yarn for projects is. And I have all my new supplies for drawing and journalling to hand too. Whether I’m trapped in bed (as I have been all afternoon) or able to get up, I know my craft supplies are nearby. This will hopefully make my crafting less stressful.
Happiness is… a well organised crafting area.
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