Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Horror Monster - My Beloved Craft Stash
I affectionately call my craft stash Horror Monster. He creeps and crawls to every nook and cranny in the house. He sneaks under beds, into the closets, and behind the doors. He is quite literally everywhere. He thinks he is too tough to tame, but I am arming myself to do battle with him. He will be reduced, recycled and reused!
Remember back in the fall when bloggers were triple-dog swearing they would create amazing craft rooms and reduce the clutter of craft supplies? Well, I swore I would do it.
This is the evidence. I did organize a portion of the stash into neatly labeled see-through bins.
The dining room, living room, and den were clutter-free for the Christmas season.
They have for the most part remained that way. Though I would shiver in my boots if someone wanted a photo of the dining table this minute.
I found cute shelves and chippy white cabinets. I added wire baskets and hat boxes.
But all the bins, boxes, cabinets, shelves, and dressers could not contain Horror Monster.
He seemed to need almost daily feedings. I had to travel to Hobby Lobby, Habitat, Goodwill, and other thrift shops.
Horror Monster demanded my presence at flea markets and estate sales.
He grew by leaps and bounds.
Like Seymour, he kept yelling, "FEED ME!"
(No, that closet door will not shut. Not because it is too full, but because I cannot get to it!)
I am so ashamed. I am red from embarrassment. I am exhausted from feeding this monster.
And yet, I went to another estate sale just today.
Help me. Help me.
This is Little Imp - once my granny's bathroom cabinet.
It all started here.
At one time all my craft supplies and various other sundries fit into this one cabinet.
She is appalled at the piles that surround her.
She keeps her drawers and doors tightly shut against invasive craft projects.
Christmas wrapping supplies that I forgot to put away until I saw this photo.
Fall baskets and gourds just stacked on the floor.
I haven't a clue what is in the bottom bin.
Bags of vintage linens needing laundering and ironing.
Needing someone to love and care for them.
Is there any reason for keeping a box full of German newspapers?
My Frozen Charlottes come from Germany in these boxes. I kept the stamps and the packing.
My house was built in 1950 and has five inches of empty space behind the doors. Well, actually, there is not five inches of empty space behind my doors because I use it for storing boards, cardboard and frames.
This is the pantry - also the hallway from the skinny L-shaped kitchen to the rest of the house.
The stack of toolboxes are neatly organized with tags detailing their contents.
The paint is just stacked there. Behind the pantry doors?
More paint, tools, and hardware.
Since this is officially a junk in the trunk link party, I did take photos of the back of my 1996 S-10 Blazer who I love dearly. She carries her loads gracefully.
I usually do not come back from shopping with this much space left, but I have spent my budget for March way back on March 2.
Most of this stuff has been cleaned and taken to the booth.
The green blanket is my blankie from when I was two years old. I have never been without it. It does not have a name - never has. It went to college with me, to my first apartment, to my first house, and then to live with my husband Chucks. He refused to have it on the bed so it was relegated to be a packing blanket. It has been in every car I have owned. It has been on every beach vacation.
The blue crate stays in the car with tools to take something apart (or put it back together) and supplies for the booth.
I hope Horror Monster has not given anyone the heebie-jeebies. Please do not have nightmares about him. He is quite docile until he wants to be fed. I hope he is not looking over my shoulder because I have been looking at Rachel Ashwell's Prairie Style. I have decided maybe I will head off in that decorating direction. If I do, Horror Monster will have to live in one room. Yes, that is correct. I will only allow him in ONE room.
This post has turned out not to be tongue-in-cheek, but a shove-in-the-back!
Begone, Horror Monster! Go West, Distressed Donna!
I will be joining the fun at the Tongue-In-Cheek link party on Tuesday. See the details over at Silo Hill with Danni. Link Here!
Transformation Thursday at The Shabby Creek Cottage