For some time now we've been putting "stuff" in the studio. It was innocent enough: a box, a bag, some things from mom and dad's house, extra school supplies and so on.
Understand now, I fight this idea of using my studio for storage when the "stuff" is big. A couple of boxes? No! A big pile of tools? Absolutely not! Four trash bags left from a party...well, okay, but they better be out on Monday.
One box or bag, though, and I relent. One box doesn't take much space. A bag tucked into a corner isn't much of a problem. But after a year or two, those small things begin to add up. They grow and multiply and make babies and before you know it, there's no room to move.
When I realized that I was struggling to get to the table with the Accuquilt cutter, I decided it was time to spring clean. This morning Richard and I were discussing what we'd do today to spend time together and I inserted a suggestion that he help me to get his things out of the studio. Hours later, we'd hauled out several bags of junk. Richard doesn't do something half-way: he pushes and drives.
He insisted that I go through every box that I wanted out of the studio and decide what I would do with each item. I hate doing this kind of job. I wanted him to just get the boxes out and then let me sew. No way. I emptied every box, sorted, organized and re-boxed everything that didn't go into the trash. Interestingly, I threw out way more stuff this afternoon than this morning. That's what happens when I'm tired.
Now I have a cleaner studio but I'm not done yet. I have to clear out some surface space: the worktable, the desk, and the bookshelf all need Richard's driving force. I have no plans to ask for his help, though, I'm too tired and dirty!