Decluttering makes me happy and sad this week

 I'm feeling a bit sad today because DH is just taking most of the bits of my old quilt frame off to the dump. It was such a fabulous thing for me when I got it secondhand around 17 years ago and together we produced probably well over 50 quilts in two different houses. But it was tired, various pieces had failed and been replaced with bodges, my original bodges to the side frames were dodgy, my scaffolding pole reinforcements to the poles were failing - it's too old for any further support from Grace the manufacturers. So I had to accept that it just wasn't suitable for passing on to another quilter, it would cause them too much grief and they would be better off buying something newer.  On the positive side, it opens up a big wodge of space in my sewing room which I can certainly use to create more breathing space.

In a similar vein of old friends leaving for the dump, my Canon inkjet printer which was probably older than my adult son and had become extremely tempermental, has also gone to its final rest. It left a parting gift of a large gooey splodge of black ink which had apparently been leaking quietly out of the bottom of it for years.   I have replaced it with a new Canon which was suspiciously cheap but also includes a scanner.  The quality of the print jobs is so much better and faster.  

The new printer has facilitated me embarking on another declutter project which is to tackle my pile of ancient photo albums. I'm starting with two albums from my 'round the world' trip of 1988, full of faded photos back from the days when you had to send off a roll of film and had no idea what your pictures were like until long after you took them.  I didn't keep travel journals in those days, so the albums had no commentary apart from country names and the odd jotting on the back of a photo. However, as regular readers know, I spent a lot of time last year digitising my personal archives so now I have access to letters home and diary notes from the time period.  This is allowing me to tie together the commentary and the photos a little bit, and work out where I was and when.  The photos are not good quality in any case, so I'm just scanning some of them and printing them on regular paper to reduce bulk.  The result is going into some A5 notebooks I got on sale at Wilko (before they went into administration), which will have a lot more meaning and be a lot easier to store. I'm not trying to be artistic with the new book, it's taking many hours as it is.  But it is pretty cool to re-live my adventures of 35 years ago, when I was thinner, stronger, more intrepid, and had so much more energy.

Old albums (left) and new A5 book (right and below)

Back in 1988, fed up with my life in Canada, I put everything into storage and came to London on a working holidaymaker visa in June.  I did secretarial work for 3 months in London while sightseeing in the UK, then travelled via Paris, Venice and Istanbul to join an overland tour in Egypt for two weeks. Then I did a two week coach tour in Israel, then went back to Cairo to join another Encounter Overland camping trip from Cairo to Kathmandu.  I did a bit of solo travel in Rajasthan, then flew back to Canada via Singapore in March of 89.  It all seems so long ago now, and you wonder how it was even possible in the pre-internet days.  I used to pick up letters from home at Poste Restante bureaus in various cities, and I carried around various printed guidebooks, ripping out whole countries once I was finished with them to reduce the weight. And I was living out of a backpack, although most of the time I was also hauling an additional duffle bag with all my purchased treasures which I would periodically mail home. Once a hoarder, always a hoarder :) I still have the two cross-stitch pictures that I worked on the trip, stitching away on long drives in the back of the overland truck.

This week I've also been selling some decorative clutter on Facebook marketplace, sending some of my past finds off to new homes. This can be quite gratifying, as so far the buyers have been delighted with their acquisitions. A mother and daughter, the daughter will be taking my pretty vase with her to college. An older man who wanted my set of vintage soda bottles for the pub he built in his garden during COVID.

I finished sewing the binding on the sixth and final quilt, which I am calling Cottage Stars as I can't remember what I used to call it. This was a purportedly quick method of piecing stars using polygons which was a complete PITB to actually do, but I really like the end result.  Rather Brambly Hedge, I shall keep this one.

So now I just have four sandwiched quilts which weren't suitable for quilting on my old frame.  They might work on my new frame, but I have to build up my skill set first.  It's been too hot and I've been too busy to do much practicing yet. But I did order a cheap pegboard set from Rymans and hung it up to organise my new collection of longarm rulers.  Most of these came with the longarm, but four of the small ones I owned already thinking I would try to learn to use them on my domestic machine.

I've also broken apart the  (already loose) old hearth in front of the fireplace in the longarm room, that was in my way if I wanted to use pantographs. DH has kindly moved the massive pieces into the corner out of the way, and I've cleaned up all the rubble and broken mortar bits. So now I just need to find a new home for the yarn tree and the remaining yarn cones.  This house is starting to feel like one of those kid's games where you slide tiles around in a frame to make room for other tiles to move in their turn.

I completely finished the cross stitch bookmark and made it up, it looks good. I'm not a very neat cross-stitcher but pressing always improves the look. This was a free gift with World of Cross Stitching magazine, I think last autumn.

The big finish this week is the Christmas porch kit, now complete with a somewhat dubious snow effect which does not bear close inspection.This is what it looks like with the three sets of lights turned on: 3 porch lights, coloured lights along the railing, and clear lights in the garden tree.

The snow effect is initially a mixture of white 'snow' static grass that DH didn't want, glitter glue, PVA glue, white paint and some water.  Once that was dry, I went back in with clear glue and manually applied patches of dry white static grass to create more texture.  It was using what I had on hand, you could spend a lot more money for a more realistic result, but I think this does the job of creating a wintery mood. Thank you again to Anita for supplying some of the extra structural bits!

Other than that, this week has been all about the scaffolding: opening windows so the builder can paint them (which we have to leave open for hours, letting all the hot air into the house as it's been quite hot recently), discovering another failed window pane and having to organise its replacement, pulling out redundant cables from windows so the holes (and often surrounding rot) can be repaired, etc. Sometimes it feels like the builder is chasing me around the house: I'm about to go downstairs to my sewing room when I hear him letting himself into the basement to make tea or use facilities (I've set him up with a kettle and tea station downstairs), then once he leaves I go into my dollshouse room as it's furthest from where he is coming in/out only to have him start banging loudly on the dollshouse room window to pull rotten beads off, so I move to the sewing room and 10 minutes later he's outside the sewing room window painting the frame....  at least he is very industrious.  He's getting on well though so hopefully only a few more weeks. It needed to be done, some of the window frames were pretty bad and the seals were gone on the majority so it was only going to get worse.