GRAND DIVA (Grandy) SEWS: HOARDER OR HOBBYEST?
Well as time passed, and I continued to purchase things, furniture, lamps, rugs, Christmas decorations, power tools, tool boxes, storage boxes, comforter sets, drapes, shoes, clothes and of course patterns and fabrics. So now my garage is filled with some Christmas stuff, a few power tools and regular tools, storage boxes and bins but mostly, I'm embarrassed to say fabric. I would just stand there and say if only this house had more storage space, I would be able to put my car into the garage. R U FREAKING KIDDING ME. (Sorry, let me compose myself) Now for the sewing room, it is organized, fabric neatly and exactly folded and color coordinated, thread on racks and drawers according to color and use and the patterns are all separated... My garage has always been a place where I either hide stuff or find fabulous stuff for lack of a better word. When I was married, I remember my husband asking why did I just throw things into the garage and end up with a mess that he had to clean up because he was meticulous with everything and of course he had to have enough space to 'fool-around-with'... I had shelves and cabinets installed and just stood back and admired all of the wonderful SPACE. Immediately, I started to inform the customers as they were going through my things and bargaining that the sale was over and lowered the garage door. I had not sewn for a while and a dear friend suggested that I have a garage sale and include fabric. " I wanted to snatch my wonderful fabric from her, but instead I reached for it and said very firmly "No". My friend walked away and I could hear him laughing hysterically inside my house. comforters, drapes, purses and handbags, clothing for the granddaughters school, summer and special occasions, drapes and bedspreads, pillows and place mats for my daughter's new home. Now I must interject here that the fabric and patterns were for many things. I thought this was a nifty idea and surely there were large groups of people who loved fabric as I did who would be willing to take if off my hands a the bargain prices I was asking. Needless to say, I had few customers who were interested in fabric. my heart started to beat fast as I caught site of a little woman coming towards me with a stack of fabric almost as tall as she. In 1999, I moved into a new house with a shiny, clean and roomy double garage. There was no one else to add to the stuff in the garage but me. Oh well, that's water under the bridge.