In our last visit I shared that I had watched the teaser for Craftsy‘s class Strip Your Stash. In the first lesson the teacher shares how she has organized her stash into coordinated groupings. I had begun doing that with my own collection during a recent quest to reorganize my studio.
If you don’t feel you have the knack for coordinating fabrics the teacher has a simple solution. Rather than studying the theory of color she suggests using photos, wrapping paper, paintings, postcards, anything that has color combinations you like as your inspiration.
Part of my goal to Smash My Stash is to use up the piles of fabrics and scraps I have accumulated. This class should help me get a great start on that goal and perhaps even make a huge dent in my supply.
I am a follower of Craftsy. In one of their recent emails they shared a discount they were offering on a class called Strip Your Stash. I watched the video introduction and found the teacher’s philosophy reflecting that of my own. I’ve declared 2016 to be the first year of the rest of my life. As part of my new beginning I’ve decided to trim down my piles of unfinished/untouched projects.
To implement this new plan my first task is to take inventory of the many projects I have acquired. Once my list is prepared I will map out a plan to finish at least one item per month. Of course that is my minimum goal. Anything above and beyond that would be a bonus.
At the end of 2015 I said I would be updating you on a weekly basis with my progress on smashing my inventory. This is the first post in that journey. I am calling it Smash My Stash!
We all have dreams. I don’t mean the kind we experience while sleeping. No, I’m referring to the lists we make whether in our minds or recorded on paper. One of the dreams my husband and I have shared for the past thirty plus years is the opportunity to own a small getaway. The vision I’ve always had is a tiny cabin in the woods surrounded by acres of wild flowers. On the large wrap-around porch are oodles of comfortable chairs. Some of them are stationary while others can rock. Also on that porch is a swing suspended from the ceiling. This swing is home to piles of soft, cushie pillows just waiting to be snuggled.
Recently we were able to acquire a modified version of my dream. The cabin is not permanent since it sits on wheels. But it is in the woods. It doesn’t have a porch but it does have a wooden deck. There are chairs on my deck but no rocking chairs or pillows. Sparsely scattered about are a few wild flowers. My cabin, if you haven’t guessed is a trailer parked on a seasonal campsite. Even though it’s a trailer I still prefer to refer to it as my cottage or cabin. It’s as close as I will ever come to the real thing.
This new cottage is my chance to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life as well as a quiet place to sew, knit, read or whatever else suits my fancy. My only companion is my sweet Sadie. Just me and Sadie chill-in in the woods.