Then I started packing up my sewing cupboard.  It's been sixteen years since this cupboard was cleaned out the last time and it is positively chock full of fabric, rickrack, stuffing and buttons. Ribbons, pins, needles, bits and bobs of trim and fake fur. It is, in other words a hot mess measuring 7'X3'X4', what was anyone with good sense thinking of, allowing me a house this size, of my very own. Isn't it clear that I am not to be trusted with SPACE?