My work space/attic/storage area was due for a big post-Christmas clean-up, and a single sentence kept popping into my head: "I must end the tyranny of the plastic bins!" This is just one more reason why parents should never let their children major in English: They turn items on a to-do list into snippets of Elizabethan drama.
But old sewing notions are so pretty, and it's tragic to store them in plastic. They need to be out where they can be seen and admired and possibly even used. I got rid of the stuff I didn't want, like half-used packages of gray bias tape - some things are vintage but just not pretty - and sorted out what I wanted to keep.
And now everything is out where I can see it, and the trims are arranged in pretty planters and boxes, and the plastic bins are gone.
I'm using an old metal bread box to hold more notions. You'll notice two other things in the picture: a vintage umbrella, which is just for decoration or if the roof springs a serious leak, and the guard cat. Nobody can get to the notions cabinet without getting by Polly first. It's possible that Polly has concealed a weapon in the umbrella, a la James Bond. I don't ask a lot of questions. I just let Polly do her job.
Polly also keeps watch over the drawers of Christmas trims.
The new work area required spiffier seating, and so I did a quick remake of the world's most boring chair. It's sturdy, but you could fall asleep just looking at it.
A thrifted bedspread provided the fabric and a ready-made skirt.
The skirt is just tacked on the seat, with another piece of fabric tacked over the center to cover the wood. This part is concealed underneath the cushion, so it doesn't show, but it just looks a little neater.
Then I made a quick cover for the cushion and a simple cover for the back. The most satisfying part of the project was sewing on the red pom-poms. Since I had just sorted through all of the notions, I actually could find them, and there is almost no project that a row of red pom-poms can't improve.