DACO48

My DH refers to my sewing room as "The Black Hole"

spokanequilter

I recently did a pretty good organizing job in my sewing room. Random things I found: (1) three pairs of those stork thread clipping scissors, in addition to my favorite thread snippers which I thought had fallen into the wastebasket; (2) a quilt top I had completely forgotten about, which I have now finished, and which I love; (3) more patterns than I can make if I live to be 100..... but at least they are now all tidily stowed in my bookcase and the projects are each assigned their little space awaiting my efforts... (4) three coffee mugs with God knows what kind of disgusting stuff in the bottom.... I'm sure I'll just start messing it up again, but at least I find some good things when I clean!!

psumom

I must be weird. Before I start a project, I HAVE to clean up my work area. Otherwise, I just don't feel comfortable! I also cut up all my scraps into usable shapes as soon as I finish a project, whether it's a block or a quilt. Not that I don't lose things ocasionally....I do! I keep my fabrics in small plastic tubs, by color. I keep batting, books, rulers, and completed quilts in a chest of drawers. I keep the rest of my fabric in a closet. We put shelves from top to bottom on both ends, and they hold a lot! My machine(s) sit on the floor. Current projects hang from hangers, sometimes in a plastic bag if the pieces are small. It all works for me. Right now there's a quilt (in pieces) layed out on the floor....my design wall!

tatavw01

Your box might be in my sewing room LOL!!!!! hope you find it

WilliP

Good for you and others! I am disorganized at the moment --- living in unofficial son's family room and out of baskets from my storage unit combined with work schedule has me wondering if a tent might've been the better alternative. lol top off i am not the most organized at the best of times.

burchquilts

I always tell me family "It may be a mess but it's MY mess". I know where stuff is... usually... sometimes... LOL! But doesn't it make you mad when you just KNOW something is there & then cannot find it?!? Grrrrr! My large ruler is playing hide & seek with me nowadays... super grrrrr!

burchquilts

That happened to me when my kids were little. I was so proud of myself! I bought them some really nifty house slippers for Christmas, "put them up" & didn't find them until we moved 3 years later! Needless to say, they slippers no longer fit the kids & I thought I'd lost my mind!

burchquilts

I was thinking the same thing about all the missing items listed in the various posts. All the "stuff" in my sewing room can't possibly be mine... LOL!!!

patdesign

My Mothers favorite motto was, You can find it if you clean up, it has been working for me for 70 plus years. I tend to hide things on myself being too tidy. lol

maviskw

Long story! Our club had a pizza box project. Each person was to make a square for each other person in the chain. Each one had their directions, requests, fabric in a pizza box. I was the second one to get Margaret's box. On the next Sunday evening, I wanted to get started, and couldn't find the box. After hours of searching, I surmised that it had been carried to recycling, as the last place I had seen it was on my kitchen table, and we had gone to recycling on Saturday, and I remembered seeing other recycling on the table as it was being collected to go out the door. I talked to my son, the town supervisor, and asked him if we could go to the town hall and look in the dumpster there before the Veolia people picked it up on Monday. He said, "Not tonight. I'm watching the super bowl." Next morning we went to the town hall and the dumpster was empty. So I went to the Veolia place in Medford, 15 miles away, and they said they didn't pick up at our town hall. Try Marshfield: 25 miles away in the other direction. (Good thing we have a Prius.) This man was at least sympathetic, He took my name and stuff and said my chances of finding it were slim to none.
After a day or so, I had to tell the lady that I had lost her box, and she told me where to buy more fabric for her squares. The lady who had already made a square offered to make another. Cost me more than $50. So everything is cool.
A few weeks later, I was cleaning, and happened to look behind a small dresser, and there it was. I had looked there on that fateful Sunday evening, but it was dark back there, and I didn't see it then. There was a "pile" of other projects on top of this dresser, and the pizza box had slid off to the back and was standing on end back there.
Well, Margaret paid me $30 for the extra fabric I now had, and she made her quilt bigger.