Not my usual sort of post....
Before I start this post, I just want to thank you all for your lovely comments. I always read them, and usually reply, but life has been odd recently, and I haven't had time to do this. I think it is more important to make sure that any time I have is spent commenting on your blogs.
Now on to my post - which will be in two parts. The first part will be about the Big Tidy Up. The second part of the post will be more personal, something that I do not usually blog about.
This week I have been tackling my stash - those of you who follow me on Instagram already know about this to a small degree, but not quite about the the extent of the tidy up.
I have a very large and extensive stash - built up over the years. It is not easy to find fabrics when you want them. And also, with the exchange rate changing, and with uncertainty about the financial situation in Australia, not only with view to the global financial markets, but also the taxation and superannuation system, it makes sense to have some stash gold on hand. Yes, Sarah Liz as a financial stash planner :).
Somehow, the stash had managed to become untidy piles of stash, instead of neat and tidy piles. So I spent some time sorting both the stash and sewing space into some sort of order.
As far as the Big Tidy Up is concerned, I shall just let the pictures do the talking for me:
|Fleeces and Pontes and Heavier knits|
|Threads, Machines, Fabrics|
|Fabrics and things like Interfacings on top and to the side.|
|Things I use all the time.|
|And this bookcase now tidy as well.|
|And blue stash is hidden on an under desk shelf :)|
Now the personal bit...most unusual for me to reveal the more emotional Sarah Liz, but I am a real person after all :)...
Something else that is important to me, for a lot of reasons, is the little cottage pictured below. It is a semi-detached Victorian cottage in a lovely part of the Belair/Blackwood Hills in Adelaide. It is currently rented to a lovely lady and I hope she is happy there - the cottage has a very good feeling inside:
So, then, this is my cottage and also my sanity, along with sewing. I will tell you why. I am from Adelaide (well, from the UK, then to Australia, and I have lived in Adelaide, Alice Springs and Perth, but Adelaide is my Australian spiritual home).
I moved to Newcastle about 12 years ago when I married DH. We had decided to retire to Adelaide - well, it was rather non-negotiable, as far as I was concerned. I took the to be DH around, and he decided Adelaide was delightful, so that was that. However, retirement keeps receding, with all sorts of changes here (or proposed changes) to the superannuation scheme. So I think it will be a staged transition, and in a few years I hope to be making regular trips back home. I can't wait, as I have never adjusted to Newcastle. I won't say much more than that as I do not wish to offend, but I will say it is rated number one in Australia for drug/alcohol and violence problems. It's an ex-industrial very working class town, and is quite rough everywhere - my neighbour down the road actually said that. It is not quite my cup of tea, to put it mildly. I am sure if you are born here (they are very one eyed about the town) and have lots of relatives, it is okay, but I don't have this and need to find succour in the environment. It's also a very machismo sort of place, and I am just not into that. In short, although I tried hard to be positive about the place, especially in the first two years this did not work, and I became quite depressed. I have recovered, and have my own interests (sewing of course) so I can cope but I do not fit in, whereas I do in Adelaide. I have to admit I still hate the place, and can't wait to leave. And I loved Perth and Alice (after the usual homesick period) so I think it is the place...there is nothing here to feed my soul. And strategies for coping with a situation are no substitute for fitting in and belonging to a place. We need to be and belong.
So now I am starting to get ready - I went through the kitchen cupboards and started tossing junk. The house needs lots of work prior to selling, and I thought the best thing to do was to start by tossing out clutter. It has to go. Then make plans. It's all quite exciting really. In the meantime, I can catch up with the practice accounts, and start working out how to wind down ready for DH's semi-retirement - I doubt he will ever fully retire, but I have dangled the commute to Adelaide regularly for nice breaks carrot...And he loves the Adelaide restaurants...and the Art Gallery...and the theatre...and I haven't introduced him to the free concerts on Friday at the Elder Conservatorium yet.
This should all keep me busy - I think the drains have started to get things moving, if you will pardon the pun.
All for now, back next week with some sewing....