I have been really really really wanting really really really badly to get to some closet cleaning and organization. For a really really really long time. Really.
My reasons are that I occasionally watch part of an episode of Hoarders and it freaks me out just a little. When work is frustrating and I don’t feel productive, home takes the brunt and I get ALL productive there. I have had on ‘THE LIST’ a home inventory since a couple of my knitter peeps lost their home to fire, and then a whole lot of Larimer County residents did likewise last summer. That is an overwhelming task without some clearing out and organization of closets and drawers.
Any of those are sure and adequate reasons by themselves. However. It took all of those….and THIS! To get me moving.
Fricke Signature Drum Carder
I found a screaming deal on one of the used equipment forums on Ravelry, and decided to buy my very own drum carder. Obviously I needed to find a place for it to live in the Craft-tudio. One thing led to another and before I knew it, this had happened.
I love me an organized linen closet. Especially when it’s mine. (camera phone...it was handy...)
I admit that I have slowed my pace. Only the upstairs has been marked off ‘THE LIST’. And only the cleaning has happened. None of the inventorying has occurred. But progress! Which is good!
And my new baby? She purrs! Being a belt-driven model rather than like the chain driven one I rented from the guild, there is a much different sound when operating. The whole gizmo has much more wood and less metal, so I told the Guy ‘She is just sounds more…organic! Come see!’ And of course, because he loves me, he obliged, and pronounced the sound produced as ‘purring’.
Now, timing is everything. I bought Drummie (yes, I named her.) (yes, she’s a she.) after I had the guild carder for 6 weeks, and most of the fleece I had on hand, was in fact, carded. I only had about 1/3 of my last alpaca fleece left to card. Hardly enough to play with, I should think. So I will just have to see if maybe there might not be something to buy at the upcoming Fun Fiber Fest. After all, Drummie and I are still getting to know each other. I claim necessity!