There are seasons that I only go down in my basement to get a can of tuna or grab a board game. There are other seasons that we spend hours down there: me sewing and the girls playing. We haven’t had a season of play and sewing down there since Christmas. With water in the basement (now resolved), rearranging boxes from it, throwing things down to the abyss of the basement from the top of the stairs (we’ve really got to stop doing that!), it has been an overwhelming basement.
With company coming and me ready to have a personal space to sew again, I spent hours down there yesterday.
It was a little more enjoyable than to be expected passing over all of the bits and pieces of activities and memories from recently. The stash of embroidery floss I bought a while back with so many projects in mind (none of them started yet), fabrics neatly folded and returned to the shelf from Christmas making, birthday making and new fabrics now with a spot of their own on the shelf.
My rainbow chevron quilt remnants, once in a huge pile, now neatly stacked to take a prominent spot right in front of my machine. Such happy colors and happy memories from April.
The room I rarely ever enter: the original art room downstairs now turned into Bobby’s gym room. I forgot my prints I made during a difficult health year during college are hung there! They used to hang on the wall of my college apartment so many years ago as a reminder of my healing that took place. I need to share that story with my kids…
And somewhere under the heaps of stuff I put away was this: a family photo of when we were less than half of the family we are today. Johanna being Rowan’s age (and looking just like him but with a dress) and me with the typical short hair summer trick I would often pull out of a hat. Look how far we’ve come.
The basement is getting there. Still more hours to put into it. But I quite enjoyed yesterday’s work as I’d stop and stare, hold on to things for a few seconds before putting it away. Some things into the trash, to donate, and others still to hold on to for a little while longer.
the sleepy time gal