I Was at My Wits End

 As my appointment for surgery draws near, my hand reminds me with shooting pains that this thing has to go!

Despite that, I have been playing every day in my shed. I have both ends built in with work surfaces and now the fun begins as I begin to unpack all the stuff that has accumulated in there. I have discovered things lost and forgotten. I found the foot pedal for my favorite sewing machine (I now have 4 in various states of repair). One end of the room will be dedicated to sewing. All my thread is on the peg wall. Ribbons are on dowels waiting to be mounted on the ceiling above the work surface. 

On the ceiling, you say? There is a 5' loft above each end. That means that I can touch the ceiling will little effort, so why not use it? There is 6' in the middle that will have my cutting table affixed. I am stingy about my space and will use every square inch! Under the cutting table will be the big clear plastic totes with fabric. I should be able to go three high with stacked bins. I am pretty sure that it can hold 9 bins and that will free up a lot of floor space and part of the loft. 

The other end is for crafts. I built my work space yesterday. I used two sturdy pieces of a big desk I bought for $10. Cheaper than shelving board that we used on the other end. I wanted a surface on the sewing side that wouldn't snag fabric. Craft side is okay. 

In the middle above the cutting table I will have a quilt rack that will tuck up to the loft height and be on a pulley that will easily raise and lower it. The Man is working on that ...... so it will happen when I nag enough.

So, progress, in spite of my health. I had the first episode of arrythmia yesterday since the new meds made them stop. It felt like my heart was in my throat jumping around. I was very tired at the time. I find I can no longer push myself to finish things before a rest. Lesson learned.