Wow, is it Friday already?! Yesterday the four youngest and I went out grocery shopping and errand running. Had to get it all out of the way, since this evening we are celebrating Beloved's birthday (two months late! <g>) and my daughter's fiance is coming for the weekend. When we got home yesterday evening, just in the nick of time for dinner, I was reminded that there was a church business meeting. As I am church secretary, I thought it best not to miss... so off I went again!
Ever have one of those mornings when you notice something annoying, and no matter what your plans WERE for the day, they needs must be ditched in favor of righting the wrong? This a.m., as I sat down to my devotions, I could not help but notice the mess in our sewing area. Our sewing area is half of our family room. There are five professional seamstresses in the family; this makes for quite the heap of materials, threads, trims, sewing machines, patterns, pins, scissors, &c, &c. Usually the heaps take over our smallish sewing area, and we haul our machines out to the dining room where there is a bit of space! But, thought I, Bible in hand, (well, I am in the book of Numbers! As sorry as I am to admit it, it is easier for me to be distracted by sewing piles when I am reading Numbers than when I am reading, say, the book of Mark!), there really OUGHT to be a way of confining it, of making the area useful!
I shall attempt to show the mess, as embarrasing as that may be. Mere written discriptions would not do it justice...
The problem was, there is a need for at least six sewing machines to stay set up all the time. In addition, each of six seamstresses, (the five main ones, plus the younger three girls counting as one seamstress) need to have somewhere to put the project(s) they are currently working on, PLUS an addional spot to put the materials and finished blocks for the quilts we make for wounded soldiers. Six sewing machines, ready to work with, and seven storage areas for current projects, all in half of a room, WHICH, by the way, already holds Beloved's computer and my homeschool-teacher desk and supplies! Impossible.
Well I do love a challenge, (you cannot be the mother of 13 children if you don't love challenges!), and I just could NOT read with that mess calling to me!
Five hours and much consternation later, we had accomplished this:
The rest of the crew, meanwhile, got the house cleaned up for our birthday party and our happily anticipated visitor! Daughter went off the the airport to pick up her young man; some of the other girls and the two youngest boys had a tea party to relax.
In a few minutes, I must try my hand at making the "authentic" spaghetti sauce and antipasto salad Beloved requested for his birthday dinner. Wish me luck, all who read this -- I have not an Italian bone in my body, and though I wish to do right by authentic spaghetti and antipasto, I have serious doubts as to the outcome!
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