After agonizing over the idea for over a year, and fretting and wondering if it could ever work out, I’ve set a major house plan in motion today: we’ve ordered replacement flooring for the house. We’re taking the yuppie plunge, and shifting from carpeting to engineered flooring, because that’s the best quality we can get, given that our house is on a slab foundation.
We’ve been doing a slow but persistent de-cluttering of our house, and I’ve been looking at lots of items in our house, asking myself “what can I toss, finish, or tidy?” I’ve been staring hard at the beautiful, yet space-gobbling, silk fabrics I’ve had sitting on my top shelf for a couple of years –
– and looking at the pile of backing fabrics I brought back from Europe that needed shelf space, realizing that if I dealt with the one-time pile, these fabrics would have a permanent place to live.
I’ve taken the rest of the week off of work in a fit of “oh crap I will be on the road for HOW long? and what can I finish if I focus on nothing but sewing for a week?”
We’re gonna need a montage. I realize that a movie about quilting can only go in either the “Beautiful Mind” (crazed genius throws fabric about long enough that amazing things happen) vein or the “Waiting For Godot” vein (audience sits around, waiting for the explosions and car chases that never happen) vein.