Well, I’ve sort of organized my sewing crap. Doing so was harder than one might think, since we’ve recently downgraded to a much smaller space than we’re used to and have yet to make Goodwill Trip #3. That is to say, the apartment is something of a chaotic mess. I did my best, though. Here’s the basic run-down of how I’ve organized everything:
The plastic craft organizer underneath the notebook is mostly empty until I start a project, at which time I use it to store the particular thread and notions I need for that project. It travels pretty well, and is super for carrying thread and bobbins. It holds my crappy tiny pins all the time, since I lost my pincushion. Stupid tiny pins.
Brief Glimpse Into My Life: I use an identical one of these in the bathroom for makeup brushes.
I have a serious lady boner for ribbon; if I didn’t keep it all in that box, there would be ribbon everywhere! Actually, there is ribbon everywhere. Either that box has failed, or I have failed. Fucking box.
Snuggle Bear there is almost as old as me. I think I’m aging better than he is.
Not pictured are several (probably half a dozen) ziploc bags of varying size that hold my notions (safety pins, hooks and eyes, that sort of thing), all carefully and very specifically organized, because there is nothing I hate more than needing a safety pin and not being able to find one. Well, I mean, other than genocide and racism and rape and the like, which are all worse than not having a safety pin. Obviously.
Fun Fact: Esperanza, my ren fest character, for whom I get paid, has two–TWO–entire tupperware containers full of fabric and costume pieces (the purple and blue in the middle), plus that brown treasure chest, plus a giant basket full of props that lives in the kitchen, PLUS her hats and shoes, which live in the closet.
As you can see from the pictures, I am nowhere near done organizing. My sewing machine is still out, because I can’t figure out where to put it, and I haven’t unpacked from Dragon*Con yet. Still, it’s a start. At the very least the straight pins are safely put away, and will no longer fall all over the floor and get lost in the rug so that mr. biscuit can find them with his feet in the middle of the night and wake us all up with his swearing.
Now that I’ve shown you a little bit of how I organize, I’m curious to know how you do it–unless that is “I am a lucky bitch with a dedicated sewing room with an enormous work table, a hot tub, and several beautiful young boys to tidy it for me.” If that’s the case, please tell me how you managed this. I need to know. For science.