The "pre-move" has started in the Quilt Cave. The basement formerly full of fun and fabric has turned into the pit of Hell...all that careful sorting and storage has to come apart, come up stairs (ugh), and get carefully packed in this 8'x16'x8' POD.
Steve has been in Philadelphia following his Mom's passing, so it has been a lonely experience. Thank goodness for friends with strong, good-looking young sons to help with the really heavy stuff (thanks, Mitch!!).
We have an unfinished basement, and after slowly lining the walls with Home Depot plastic shelving over the past 20 years and placing inexpensive rug remnants on the floor, the Quilt Cave has evolved into my favorite, cozy place to be, despite the lack of posh amenities!
Tornado warning?? No problem... Laundry to do?? No problem... Family room full of teenagers?? No problem... Hiding out in hopes that Steve will start dinner?? No problem...
I kept my fabric sorted so that I could access it easily.
It is all coming down...
It was all sorted by type, color, theme, etc...
My books used to be at my fingertips, sorted by subject...

Now the books are in small boxes (still too heavy...)...and the shelving is hanging out in the garage until I place it in the POD.
I still have my sewing machine set up...I hope to sew and work on patterns in the weeks to come before we are ready to leave the state.
I used to have all my patterns and handouts in second-hand file cabinets in organized hanging file folders...
Now all those hanging file folders are in boxes. Just as heavy as books, by the way...
I have ongoing projects and larger scraps and strips in Art Bin boxes (thank you JoAnn's weekly coupons!).
Now those are stacked in boxes, ready to go on the truck. U-Haul makes a 15"x15"x tall box in which those stack very neatly...(those are my Dad's ties in the box on top...).
My primary sewing area centered around an antique sewing bureau designed and hand-built by Steve's Grandfather Arthur for his Grandmother. My little busy tool drawers sat on it. I had plastic drawers underneath storing my larger tools.
Now, all that is packed up, empty, and ready to heave up the steps...
There are boxes piled everywhere...even the piano is not safe...
And the garage is the staging area...
Each quarter section is like a puzzle...here's the first one...
I have got to get a move on...it is being picked up on Friday! Do you think I will make it?!?
In stitches...and sweating like a beast,
Teresa :o)








