Stash Monster

It's official, my craft-room / office cannot survive any longer as a craft room / office and it must learn to exist in a state that is more craft room less office.  So I've been revamping the space.  It still needs to be able to hold my financial files, but it needs to look less like WW3 happened inside my teeny tiny little space.

I've been trying to simplify furnishings and make more storage space without adding clutter and while, in fact, REMOVING clutter.  The desk I've had since I was a child is going back to its original home (ie. my parents' house) and I've bought a very plain craft table with no drawers and a filing cabinet to be its replacements.  I know, two pieces of furniture instead of one, but I'm hoping it will work out for the best.

So far it's looking like a bomb went off in my craft room AND living room.  I might have the smallest room in the house - it would make a nice office - as my craft room so in order to clean up and purge, I've been pulling everything out the door into my living room.  My husband loves this.  Or at least he tolerates it.  Well, he hasn't complained yet.

Anyhow, so I tried to better organize my stash.  That worked out great - except - holy stash!  I really need to use some of that up.  WOW!  I didn't realize I had so much in there and it's kind of frightening what I've purchased and put aside.  Anyone feeling a stash-ghan?  Yeah, me too.

The stash has grown into a monster of epic proportions.  I'm reminded of Winnie the Pooh - how "under the bed" had so much stuff in it that it had morphed into it's own land of scary and forgotten things.  Yep, that's my stash.

Somewhat more organized
Stash-Monster!!!