But I'm pretty sure there are plenty of sewing/quilting folk out there who have cluttered and/or messy sewing spaces. Things you've piled "over there" until you can get to them, or "just put in here" until you find the right project for them. (Don't get me started on the "I could probably use this someday for..."!) I have an old laundry basket that has pieces of "nostalgia" that I'm going to use someday to make something to give to someone, somewhere....
I'll start with the "nostalgia" bits first. Those special pieces of something that you have that you may have some idea what to do with, but just haven't found the time to work on?
I have several of those. I have a piece of home-made linen fabric that my Mother-in-law gave me and that she had gotten from the home farm in Finland who-knows-when. They actually grew the flax and wove their own cloth from the fibers they derived (if that's the right word) from their crop. One end of the fabric has frayed badly and I did salvage some of it to make a simple table runner. It really can't be used for too much else as it's a rough sort of texture and does not hold it's shape well. Maybe an iron-on interfacing....but I digress!
I have a piece of fabric that my mother saved for me. Actually, it's this amazing robe that my sister Barb made for me when I was a skinny teen-ager way back in the 1960s. She wasn't a "sewer" like our oldest sister who could actually fashion her own things from scratch. Therefore, the gift was more special because she did it in secret, on my Mom's Singer, whenever I was out of the house. She even put short zippers in the sleeves so I could get my hands into the long narrow sleeves. She found washable velvet ribbon to use to trim the empire waist band and had hand-sewn it in place. There is no way on earth I would ever fit this robe again! BUT....There is this amazing amount of fabric (quilted, brown, with a tiny floral print of yellow flowers all over, so popular in the late 60s) because the robe was floor length. My plan is to someday make a teddy bear out of the fabric and give it to my sister.
And then I laugh, because NO-one saves things like people who grew up during the Great Depression. I think it may be that whole "waste not, want not" thing. Then there's the fact that the person I'm talking about is my Mom and a seamstress, so if it's fabric and useable for something else, the years you've saved it really don't count, right?
When I was a kid, my oldest sister was a fashionista before the term was ever coined. She not only made herself tailored clothing, she bought "modern" apparel, things you might see on a model somewhere. That does not mean some of it wasn't ugly. Like the red, knee-length, shaggy faux fur coat with the three very large wooden buttons. My mother inherited it when my sister got tired of it and she loved that coat. Unfortunately, I inherited it when I was in 6th grade and absolutely hated the thing. That would have been in 1961. This was NOT a fashion statement a 12 year old want's to make. It was a necessity, it was winter, I needed a coat, and this was a coat. I know I never wore it after that year, but one year was bad enough! Jump ahead to the 1980s. I walk into my parent's house and there, sitting on a chair in the living room is a red Teddy bear my mother had made. I laughed 'til I cried. My kids didn't really understand until I explained about the coat. This is my message to you: Some of that nostalgia is so worth saving if the end product is worth the joy it generates.