The past 2 weekend have put book shelves here in my attic space, both in the north sewing/ studio space and in the small space/ nook created behind the future bathroom, which divides the 24x29 foot area into the north studio area and the south 'nest' area which is my current sleeping place while the youngest son lives here and gets started on his college.
I put books on shelves, unboxed more books, put books on shelves, sorted out a few for the library, gave a duplicate to that son here, gave 1 to the maint guy at work who shows me photos of his scroll saw work, knew my scroll saw book had a good home with Stevie. And I still have books in boxes, and I still have way more stuff than I can find room for here in my attic space.
There are 3 boxes of cotton crochet thread that will go to 1 of our local thrift shops, the hammock that will go to someone I know, and I tucked a few things out of the way and my sewing space is still a mess.
It will get better, I will do some sorting, think some, thin out a bit more and think where else I can put shelves, and what books am I really willing to part with.
I am having a problem today seeing any progress I have made in dealing with my attic disaster area, know all that work, money and time had to make a dent but right now I just cannot see where I have made any progress.
But it is time for work, to earn the money that pays for everything, including all the drywall I want to start putting up before my ceiling insulation falls down. And maybe when I come home I can look around and see the progress today's work made.
A new pen wouldn’t hurt either
5 days ago