Welcome to my space

 First of all, thank you to you all for commenting. I will tweak the blog some more (hopefully soon, but be patient, I do intend to make it more me) and I guess I will need to put the reindeer picture back... one of my daughters had a very strong opinion of the reindeer too and told me that it has to be here. I will need to go through my pictures to see if I have pictures that would be appropriate for spring. Even though we have plenty of snow on the ground, it is spring. Some of the birds are back, their voices echo in quiet evenings on the lake that is still covered with ice.

I have been cleaning, seriously cleaning my space for the last two weeks.

My old room, the place that used to serve as a hideaway had slowly turned into an unhappy site of junk. For the past year or two it has been a storage area, a very messy storage area, place where I used to drop stuff off my hands soonest. Bags and bags of yarns, unfinished projects that were destined to be frogged, various pieces of clothing to be mended at some convenient time (really to be off the sight and to be forgotten forever), piles of books on the floor that did not fit into bookcases, pens, pencils, buttons, receipts, needles, beads, coins - everything just put onto any available space or bowl and in the end just piled on top of each other. I seriously thought that nobody could ever clean the place, it was so messy that it was really terrifying.

These two pictures are really humiliating.

This serious cleaning started when my daughter asked me if she could start weaving. I looked at her and heard me answering, yes, you can but the room needs to be cleaned first because you really can't get to the loom now. I was not willing to take on such a huge task, but too ashamed really to let her down. I have this beautiful, grand loom and it just stood there in the middle of chaos doing nothing. I took a long sad look at my stuff wondering if there was a way to get it sorted. I had so many books all around that I really needed new book cases and maybe if I could get my books organized I would have room for everything else. I ordered book cases and began a journey that looked like never ending hopeless mission.

I went through every single bin and bowl and shelf and box and sorted out every little item and put it into its proper place or created a new proper place if there was none. In the end I decided that the loom needed a new place, so I took it apart and carried it upstairs.

And now finally my old space feels like new, it is again the perfect quiet hideaway area that it used to be and I love it here. But I know me and am afraid that I will go back to my old habits soon. Could you please ask me to post a picture of the room a year from today?

But I am quite not there yet; hopefully by the end of next week I have set up the loom into its new place and then at some point, my daughter will be able to weave, if she still wants to.

I have not had much time to tend my stitch garden but every now and then I have thrown few knits and purls and yarn over's into the air, and at some point, I am sure they will grow.

So plant your stitches and water your knits and watch them bloom!

Lene