Eldest/Admin is a genius in organization skills.
She taught me how to fold my pants for the shelf in my closet, thanks to her retail management skills.
When I started on the venture of mama's collection, she was the one that sat in my sewing room, brain ticking away, setting up the most functional practical set up for the novice entrepreneur. E/A set out pointing and dictating and mandating procedure and called in her father and brother to move furniture. And we obey. And I so appreciate her.
Without her daily presence, however, I tend to slip into my old ways.
Slowly, slowly, disorganization slips in. Slowly, slowly, bundles of fabric appear without a place to reside. Slowly, slowly, Sewist Paraphernalia sneaks in during the night and takes over whatever horizontal space that is available. Then one day, I find myself unable to find the floor. I find myself tiptoeing to find a space of old fir floor so as not to disturb whatever the Sewing Room Fairies have left from the night before. When I get to the point when I say, 'Hey! Where did this come from?! I don't remember seeing this before!', I know it is time to channel Eldest/Admin and get myself organized.
Personally, I find the creative disorganization quite stimulating. I am a quasi tidy person prone to somewhat slothful cleaning habits. In my younger days, I had scheduled cleaning days and scheduled cleaning routines. Now, not so much. Matter of maturing priorities, I suppose. But I do have to get realistic every now and then and admit that I need an intervention.
Yesterday was the day. I pulled everything out to get a look over, mentally cataloging all the new acquisitions that somehow slipped under my inventory radar. It was kinda like my own personal Christmas, finding so many new finds. I guess that's what happens when you're memory slows down; everything seems new. I had a good book to listen to while I set out sorting, filing and finding places for some pretty swell fabrics and notions. I did realize that when we remodel our basement space soon, a significant amount of space might have to be taken up with extra fabric stock. Rolls of upholstery fabric and interlinings take up a bit o' space. And if my goal is to grow, business-wise, it would behoove me to make some room for growth. I had Hubby come in now in then for some grounding and advice and encouragement. Miss Dixie gave me several looks that told me that her bed was getting a bit crowded and she needed some more space as well......
While I would have rather spent the day working on Baby Girl's Baby Girl's Christmas Stocking, Or BG's Hubby's Daddy Bag, or Special Order Bag from Church Friend, or 2G's mama's Christmas Order, I knew, I knew, not much could be done in the chaos I had created. The thrill of accomplishment must have been cathartic for me because I slept like a log last night, exhausted from all the brain work that it takes to overhaul my mess.
I do believe that there is a moral to this story, but, alas, I am too pooped to learn it today...