I’m going to go ahead and use the word “gluttonous” for the second time this week. It seems the most piercing way to get to the heart of my little fabric problem. Gluttonous. It’s surely the inevitable result of careless, buy-some-bundles-of-fabric-every-time-I-thrift behavior, that same behavior that justifies the morning coffee purchase (What’s 2 bucks?) and then the punch-in-the-face realization that, at year’s end, you could have bought out the barrista’s equipment. In this case, it’s not so much the adding up of dollars here and there (though that would sure be surprising) as much as the fact that I’m physically being buried alive by all the crap in my studio. I mentioned yesterday that I was burnt out on sewing? I failed to mention one of the most compelling reasons why. Yeah, I was seduced by the yarn, etc. but I can’t even walk into my studio right now, much less whip out something wonderful. Also worth noting – it IS the season of purging and shedding pounds (fabric, flab, whatever) so I’m going to hop right on that vibe and start clearing some of this stuff out. I don’t mean to imply that it’s crap – no. I’ve actually got pretty good taste, as far as I can tell, and I don’t think I’ve made poor shopping decisions, per say. I just have too much.
I’d go so far as to say that I have a year’s worth of projects right here in this space. Surely I need not buy more fabric this year? Surely I can squeak by with buying only the essentials like elastic and fusible webbing and shoulder pads. (hee hee) Let’s hope so, because this Queen of her Castle has made a DECREE. There shall be no more fabric purchases unless said fabric is EXTRAORDINARY or LIFE CHANGING or THE ONLY APPROPRIATE CHOICE FOR A GIVEN PROJECT. Lots of loopholes? Well, I’m not exactly know for my firm discipline. It’s a start, though, a firm jog in the direction of Buying Mindfulness.
I daresay that the revenues of Goodwill, St. Vincent de Paul, Savers, and other one-off thrift stores will plummet this year, and that I’ll lose my Preferred Customer Parking spots. Just when the economy was starting to pick up again, I have to self-impose a buying ban. Not very patriotic of me.
Tomorrow I hope to regain my self-respect and post the ‘after’ pics of my studio, though that post may not come till the last hours of the day. I’m deep in the throes of reorganizing as we speak and it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better.