"Angel choirs should be singing! I went into my work room and threw out two large garbage bags of detritus. I said aloud to my husband, a la Scarlett in Gone With the Wind, "As G*d as my witness, I"ll never be hoarder again..." I want to mean it...
Having said that, I have to acknowledge that I tell myself lies. I tell myself BIG FAT LIES.
"I will save these little snippets of fabric and make a doll quilt."
"I will re-read these old magazines for inspiration."
"I need more fabric." "I NEEEEEEEED ________ (fill in the blank)."
"I will make tote bags out of these remnants of upholstery fabric."
"I have time to add one more thing to my plate."
"I will make a doll out of these chair parts."
The last one is true, I kid you not. I had bought some nice 70's colonial repro chairs at auction once, and my kids broke one. I took the chair apart to save the spindles to make a make-do doll.. A ha ha ha ha. I crack me up!
There are more...but I am recognizing that I would PAY someone to give me more space, so giving up STUFF is one way of paying for the space. Also, I am evaluating how the sewing room works for me and how it doesn't. My sewing table is an old dining table from my old house. It's too big. it allows for stuff to be piled on top of it, which isn't good. It allows for stuff to collect UNDERNEATH. AND. I have cubbies on top of the table which really are not very good in terms of storage, so it contributes to clutter. It's like there are little holes that say, "Fill me up".