I have a lovely big light airy dining room downstairs. It has a big window overlooking our backyard full of pots and planters, and a wonderful original built it cupboard in the corner with big heavy drawers beneath...just perfect for all my fabric and art stuff!
The main problem with this room is that it is the only way to get to the Kitchen from the hallway, so it has a tendency to be treated as a bit of a corridor, and all too often, a dumping ground. It can feel a bit unloved. This has been a problem I have been meaning to tackle for sometime, but like all non-urgent tasks, it kept going to the back of the list. Last weekend, though, as I sat doodling out some seasonal hearts, my will snapped...the time had come. The amassed junk and clutter and rubbish in the dining room that meant that I could no longer see the beautiful stripped floorboards in there. Going in there had become a nightmare that you needed to steel yourself for. I strode into the mayhem and stared around and wondered where the hell to begin!
7 hours, 5 cups of tea and 3 filled bin bags later...
My partner and I were able to eat our dinner in said dining room for the first time in... years! More to the point I now have an environment where I not only can but want to work in! More on this later. I also discovered no end of long-lost bits and pieces...pencils, craft knives, sketch books, things stashed away in those "safe places" and then forgotten about... all these turned up in my right royal clear out. I had a ball! All now refiled and re-stashed and reorganised. And ready to be used anew.
Ok, so there are still a lot of finishing touches still to do in there. I want to recover the dining room chairs... they are looking a bit shabby now, and not in a chic way either! There are still one or two boxes to sort through. I need to rearrange the pictures. There's some stuff to go to the charity shop, too. But I can see the floor boards again!
My dining room is now a room I
want to be in again. I want to sit in there and be at peace in there and create stuff in there. I have reclaimed my space. In order for us to be at our creative best, we first have to create a space where we can let go and be free to be ourselves. No matter how unorganised we are, there has to be some order to our creative space, even if it is one no one else can understand, otherwise we only get frustrated and distracted, and where's the point in that?