My life has been so hectic the past month or so, I barely have time to myself. But today is a day off and I’m catching my breath by spending time here in my favorite space.
My sewing table is just an old, old desk that I painted, but I love it and its perfect for me. My work table is also very old. An old wood table that I covered in batting and fabric. I iron there and work there and am content there.
All my supplies are near and handy, right next to my machine. See those wood spools in jars on top of the bookcase?…love ‘em! Mr. Sunshine and I made those shelves for our daughters when they were small. We had it filled with books that they took to bed with them every night. Now that bookcase is a good memory as well as great storage space.
Behind my work area is a chest of drawers where I keep my ongoing and to-do projects. And it’s pretty full! Always something that needs to be done. I just need a chest of drawers full of time to go with it.
On around the room is my fabric, thread and ribbon stashes along with the cutting table and rulers. The tall tower is my littlest scraps…too small to fold but too pretty to toss …I find myself going through those drawers a lot looking for a perfect piece …especially for applique.
Did you notice the little boy cookie jar on top of the thread cupboard? He keeps an eye on me while I sew…and he brightens the room with his smile. It was my grandma’s cookie jar. I grew up looking at it in her kitchen. Always fascinated by it. My grandma noticed and told me it would be mine some day… and it is. And I’m still fascinated with it.
The closet doors are the only space I have for a design wall. And it works just fine. If I need more space I use the floor in the spare bedroom next door LOL.
Above the design wall are two words….”Awesome” reminds me not to be too critical of my work. Just enjoy it and be happy with the outcome. Its usually not as bad as I think. Years ago in an art class, a teacher taught me snap my fingers when I liked how something was going. This is kind of the same thing I guess.
“Laugh” is a lifesaver for me. Several years ago I had metastasized breast cancer and went through six months of aggressive chemo. Very traumatic, to say the least, but I used to look at this word on the wall and remind myself to keep a cheerful attitude…and laugh at my bald head instead of cry when I looked in the mirror. I got through it just fine and I’m glad I kept smiling. Now this word reminds me of that. It gives me strength.
Today I am really appreciating my favorite space….my small hideaway from the world.
…and because of it, tomorrow I will be ready to dive back into that busy, busy world out there.