Dinky Manor

This is my hoard. It’s pretty much the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning (aside from the cat jumping up and down on my stomach that is) because it’s in the corner of my bedroom.

I hate it.

No, my entire house is not this messy. I’ve managed to contain my hoarding tendencies to a four foot square area. But, just looking at it makes me feel like I don’t have my act together.

Actually, my hoard is a pretty good physical representation of what my OCD tweaker brain looks like: messy, a little bit dusty, and stock piled with unfinished craft projects, a collection of maps, and an unused yoga mat.

Hi, brain.

My grandmother was a genius knitter and a genius hoarder. She was a founding member of The Sable Club. And like the Daughters of the American Revolution, it’s totally a club I don’t want to belong to.

Wait. You’ve never heard of The Sable Club? S.A.B.L.E. stands for Stash Accumulation Beyond Life Expectancy. I’m sure someone in your family has a membership.

I decided this morning that my personal challenge for April is to complete as many sewing and knitting projects that I can. Craft supplies, as you can see, are my clutter Waterloo.

The main reason why my bedroom has become a repository for half-sewn quilts and random balls of yarn is not because my textile stash has gotten out of hand, but because I live in a little house with no closet space. So, to solve this storage issue I’ve decided to convert my former nursery armoire into my crafty crap closet.

Not that I want another piece of furniture in my tiny bedroom that already doubles as storage for Mr. Foxypants’ vinyl collection. It’s already bordering on claustrophobic. But one extra piece of furniture looks better than a stack of plastic storage bins and cardboard file boxes.

To cut the visual noise, I repainted my baby armoire the same color red as my bedroom walls. While the corner still looks cramped from the vantage point of my side of the bed, anyone looking into my bedroom from the doorway won’t see the baby armoire at all as it’s hidden by my teak wood clothing armoire. And, even from my pillow, the corner looks so much better now that the hoard is less, well, hoardy looking, because it’s neatly organized inside the baby armoire.