Rats and Mice and fabric do not mix. Yes, rats in the stash.
Not only had rats/ mice got into my fabric stash, they had poo'd wee'd fornicated and birthed. Amongst my fabric. They had treated it like a cheap hotel. It was not just any fabric, not the pieces from the bargain bin at Spotters, no no no. The maps. Hundreds of dollars worth of fabric potentially ruined.
And so began more swearing than I think Busy has heard in her short life, shrieking, screaming and general hysteria not only at the poo but also at finding baby rats squeaking between layers of fabric. Sorry, I hope you aren't eating you lunch.
Thankfully Chef was home to help deal with 1. rat search, recovery and drowning and 2. to apply hugs, tea and sympathy to me. It was a dark day. Not only did I have to throw out a huge amount of fabric they also ruined an almost completed one of these. And it's not like I whip one of those ones up in ten minutes!
All of this fabric was in a cupboard, I still can't work out not only how they got in but how quickly they trashed it!
So since then there has been just a small amount of paranoia about " the maps". Windows to the sewing room have remained shut, doors remained closed, fabric has been placed inside about 15 plastic bags in a drawer that I check compulsively.
I had in mind a solution but I needed to find it. It had to be metal but not heavy, have wheels and preferably be upright.
And here it is:
My Craft Trolley. I love it. I love that it is red. ( a bonus)
I love that all the made maps fit inside ready for orders.
It even has loads of drawers for stationary on top.
And drawers for works in progress.
Chef is jealous, after all it is suppose to be for tools.
These are my tools. If you look closely you can see my lady hammer.
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