Mountains of paper were stacked so high that it is hard to fathom that I touched every single one of them with my hands at some point. I had to have, in order to have stacked them and moved them and rearranged them as many times as I did in the process of moving from apartment to apartment to rental home to finally our current home, as well as the times in-between that I rearranged the craft into new configurations and rooms and piles.
The paper was outdone by the ribbons, cascading from rings in a gorgeous rainbow that everyone complimented but that I regretted.
Supplies were gorgeously divided by color and then by type, with cases of “blue” filled with even smaller cubes filled with blue brads in one and pretty turquoise buttons in another and delicious pave Swarovski crystals in another.
Want to make a die cut? I've got eight different machines for that and dies for every imaginable thing you want to make.
It was my store, my candy store of craft supplies, in my own house. The belle of my Pinterest account was a version of my craft room that conveyed perfection, abundance, and organization that was almost godly. This begins the story of why I almost threw all of my craft supplies away.
I hated the room that had become the envy of literally thousands of people on Pinterest. It was pinned thousands and thousands of times. I hated all of the stuff in it. I didn't even want to go in the room anymore. I was obsessive about keeping the room organized, and that is what people loved about it, but the sheer volume of stuff in the room and in adjoining rooms, my garage, and a storage unit, was sucking my soul dry. And sucking my bank account dry. I had a bad case of BEING the craft Joneses, not just keeping up with them. And I was clueless about that dynamic and how unfulfilling it was. I started to resent the room and the stuff in it. Then I started ignoring it. I didn't craft for months at one point. Next I hated it. And then, it became my salvation and a new mission. This story will be told in a series of 3 blog posts. It's not a straight line from A to Z … it is a winding tale of self-discovery, pain, and metamorphosis. I hope that if you are unhappy with your crafting right now, feeling buried under stuff, and just not feeling the love of craft anymore, that you keep on reading and see how I got out of the deep dark funk and got back into crafting up a storm!
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