As I sit here, I am not listening to the sounds of my children playing. I'm not even listening to the click of the keys. I am instead listening to the sounds of nearly a dozen industrial blowers, tasked with drying out my main level and basement. Yesterday morning, I came downstairs to hear the rush of gushing water. I rounded the corner into the kitchen, only to land in an inch or so of water, which was not only filling the kitchen but running into the basement as well. The basement, AKA my studio. Horror, shock, and regret immediately hit me.
Not two weeks ago I felt strongly that I needed to get all of my fabric into plastic bins. I immediately went to Target and purchased a bunch and dutifully brought them down to the basement. Then I got distracted by laundry, kids, pretty fabric, tv, and any other worthwhile and worthless endeavor. The bins are still sitting, empty and dry, while my fabric has taken a beating. Anything in a bin or covered drawer is fine. Anything sitting on a table or in my open storage is not. I have been able to salvage a lot, but my current in the works projects are ruined. Not only did color run, but some of the projects were done without pre-washing the fabric. Which means that if I did wash it, the blocks would all shrink to different sizes and would not be usable. To say that I am heartsick is an understatement. I knew I was getting a spiritual prompting two weeks ago. I ignored it. I thought I had more time. Big lesson learned for me: when the Spirit speaks, don't keep sitting.
Other than my personal loss, we're looking at major damage in our kitchen. The vinyl floor was ripped up yesterday, revealing a less than attractive wood floor underneath that is studded with Frankenstein-esque staples all throughout. The cabinets are soaked. The wall between the kitchen and living room is very wet. Hopefully the blowers will be able to dry us out to avoid mildew, but I think a lot of damage was already done. We are definitely getting a new floor. We might also be getting new cabinets. And if the wall is damaged, hello major kitchen remodel. There is a silver lining, people.