"it always gets worse before it gets better" (overhaul - phase 2a)

I've always had hoarding tendencies. And periodically it gets crowded enough that I have a meltdown. I have to take all of it out, purge, and reorganize. Never my finest moment. This has happened numerous times over the course of my life, and my poor, selfless mother has been there for many of these episodes. She always helps me out, unloading the area in question, going through all of the crap and putting the 'for-keeps' stuff back. But in a better way. The rest always goes to Goodwill (just took 3 black hefty bags of clothes last week, matter of fact). She is, to this day, the voice in my head. Even when she doesn't get coerced into helping. When I would look at the vast sea of shit we'd pulled out of my closet as a kid, completely overwhelmed and hopeless, I remember her saying "it always gets messier before it gets cleaner".
Truth strikes again.

So I've cleared the craft room, save for a handful of items. Almost like having a blank canvas again (except I'm not repainting). Here comes the messy part... the most logical place to put all of the stuff is the adjacent loft. This space is twice the size of the craft room, about 10' x 20'. So you can see how much crap was in my tiny workroom. (That's not even all of it, there's more stashed in the attic space, too.)

Dear God. Save us all.

But initially you have to completely clear out the space to be properly organized on the flip-side. It's the only way.

Now here's the thing about the loft. It's located in our master bedroom. It is the only access to the craft room, and subsequently, the attic space. My husband told me over the weekend (possibly while mildly inebriated, but I told him no backsies) that I could have it. As in, we can build walls where that railing is, put a door at the top of the stairs, replace the carpet with something more sensible for a crafting area, and my space will be tripled. Be still, my beating heart. He's all "we don't even use [the loft] for anything, you can have the whole thing if you want".
Pssh, don't gotta tell me twice! Momma din' raise no foo. I'll take it!

There isn't a solid timeline for when this will happen. Dollars and such. But here's what I know...

When it's built, this will be happening all over again. Joy.