I’m On A Highway To Hell
Hubs and I just spent the weekend reorganizing our bedroom and building a tiny crafting space in what used to be our closet. It’s very small, but I’m still so excited to be able to reclaim that space for just myself. Sounds selfish, I know. In my defense, I have spent the last six months essentially on lockdown with 2 teenage boys who are learning to play the guitar. The electric guitar. With amps…loud ones. And what are they playing, you may be asking? 80’s rock…incessant power chords…all. day. long. Six hours a day of War Pigs and Hell’s Bells.
Have I mentioned that I am more of a 90’s girl? I lay the blame for their abhorrent taste in music firmly at their father’s door. Speaking of Doors, my father who raised little ol’ me on 60’s rock icons, like The (aforementioned) Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and lesser known bands such as Ultimate Spinach, has taken to wavering between wanting to disown my little ingenues, and begrudgingly dipping a toe in the muddied waters of countless washed up (80’s) rock bands; the same bands, I might add, that he gave me endless hell for listening to in my youth, and thereby cementing my disdain for hair bands forevermore. I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for him, or if it’s really just Nirvana for my soul;) The things grandparents will do for the kiddos. It amuses me greatly.

Needless to say all of this ceaseless noise is putting even my legendary patience to the test. I’ve contemplated taking up excessive drinking, Ozzy Osbourne style; my logic being: I know that the playing won’t stop, but at least I’ll be in the proper state of mind to enjoy it. The flaw in my Plan being that I am still responsible for schooling the smallest fry. Hence, I fear the powers that be may frown upon an education that centers on “How to Make the Perfect Mimosa”(also known as Simple Breakfasts for Mummies), “Online Shopping Skills: Finding The Most effective Earplugs), and Music Theory: How to Know When Your Taste in Music is Garbage.
Since The Plan reeks of failure, with no hope of black-balling The Ingenues and lousy 80’s rock in the foreseeable future, I’ve decided to re-immerse myself in my hobbies…and wine. Naturally, the money making “hobby-job” takes precedence, so the soap studio takes up more real estate but, I’ve tried to leave myself room to fit a bit of sewing/fiber arts in. I like to dabble in rag quilts. And I do mean dabble. I’m still learning the basics but it’s very relaxing and fun. I just picked up these three fabrics for quilting. I loved the fall colors.

Quilting Organization
The cabinet that I repurposed for my space was previously holding a monstrous amount of the boys’ puppet pelts, and puppet making supplies, which they were once fanatical about, and still turn back to from time to time. I had to wrestle that mess into submission before I could move it into the space and organize it for my purposes.

I also have a fair amount of yarn and knitting/crocheting supplies, to find room for, even though they rarely get used. I keep them “just in case” I suddenly decide that I am going to take the time to learn all of the stitches that I have been avoiding learning since I bought said knit/crochet supplies seven or eight years ago…it could happen??
I tried to separate my meager cabinet into to even spaces. One for sewing, one for soaping, 50/50. It seemed to be working well until I moved the things from my downstairs soaping space into my upstairs space, then it took over, completely and it ended up being closer to 70/30. I’m still happy though to have carved out even that much space for sewing. I plan to just keep adding shelves and hooks until I completely run out of wall space, with the intent to fit most of my quilting notions on the empty side wall next to my sewing machine.
Since we’ve moved up north I’ve been putting many of my hobbies on the back burner. At first, it was because we were doing extreme demo and reno on the house. Then, as things settled down with the house we had medical issues to contend with, and deeply unhappy kids, who did not want to move here, so I put all of my energy into them and trying to “fix things”. It seems though, that they have found their revenge, courtesy of High Voltage Rock and Roll, so I think it’s time for me to retreat to my craft space and hope I survive this pandemic with sanity and hearing intact.
Soaping Organization
I have been struggling for years to keep a steady, organized supply of ingredients on hand, without them overtaking my entire life. As all favorite hobbies are prone to do, soaping, for me, consumes a ridiculous amount of real estate in my home. I like to keep things fairly minimal, as a general rule, but the soaping is one place that I fail to maintain it. There’s just so many intriguing recipes to toy with. Likewise, there’s the old favorites, and standbys, that everyone loves. I always try to come through with everyone’s favorite bar, when they ask. I can’t stop buying ingredients, and mix-ins. It’s hard! The ideas just flow and flow, and before you know it, you’ve ordered 15 things you didn’t really need, but just can’t wait to try out. Hubs is just as bad as I am. We’ve been soaping together for 11 yrs now, and we just. can’t. stop. We both have our favorites that we love to make and definitely enable each other to keep buying and buying. When we first started out, he thought I was insane! Like: “Why would you make soap?? You can buy it for, like, 2 bucks!” It’s so much fun, now, to watch him completely geek out over soap recipes and ingredients, just like I do. We all have our vices…but ours is cleaner;)
The worst thing about keeping the soap studio organized is that you are trying your best to buy in bulk, so the containers are huge and unmanageable. If your studio is small, like mine, it’s very difficult to find space. Plus, you really don’t want to look at the mess everyday in your home, hence the cabinet with doors to hide some of it behind. We do plan to build a large outbuilding, eventually for soaping but we are really focused, too, on enjoying our last few years with our teenagers. The smallest fry will be twelve this year, so we know that the time with him will fly by as well, so we are not rushing into it right now. We both know that it will come, in due time.
We decided to put in eight small shelves that should give me a bit of storage space for products up here, and an area to wrap soap and label, as well. It should be just enough space to do small batches up here.

As it fills up, I can then, run it to the downstairs storage space for holding until it gets shipped. It’s a bit more running, but it should work really well for us, and more importantly, give me a quieter space to work in. I did consider actually soundproofing the space, but thought that might be taking it a little too far. This pandemic has to end sometime, right? Right??
In short, this is how I’ve decided to try to cope with the craziness going on…I intend to ignore it all and possibly find a new hobby that I love. How are all of you coping through this pandemic? Feel free to leave me a comment and check out my wishful thinking pinterest sewing board: “sew not gonna happen“. Hope you are all happy and well. Thanks for reading!




























