Disclaimer: this post is SERIOUSLY geeky.
I have spent most of my March Break (yeah, yeah, I know: March Break is one of the reasons people think teachers have an easy job. Whatever. Maybe you're all right.) fixing up my sewing room. Yes, the sewing room about which I have dreamed for YEARS. Having the Best Fella in the World means I also now have my OWN ZONE. A zone in which my sewing machine (newly tuned up!) can live openly, uncloseted, all set up and ready to go. AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE. That means no schlepping all my stuff up to the dining room, setting up on our bizarrely tall dining room table, making a huge mess of said dining room, then cleaning it all up and having to put everything away at the end of every day, only to start over again the next day. Repeat until project is finished. Now, it's all ready and waiting: I just swan on down and START in on whatever I am doing. It's all set up, it's all there. Bliss. Sheer bliss, I tell you. LUXURY!
I started by bullying M into making me a looooooooong storage zone and forcing him to agree to installing shelves above it. (More shelves to come, as the budget permits.) Then, I painted my parents' old dining room table (and some of my hair...) in Ralph Lauren's Lisbon Blue, my current colour obsession. (It is the same colour I painted inside the drawers of M's old dresser and which inspired the vintage glass knobs I ordered online and made K schlep home from Boston- thank you for being my knob mule, K!) I painted my granny's old side table black and then I made panels of ticking to hide all the ugly (but necessary!) crap stored under the countertop.
Inspired, I moved on to using some of my many fabric scraps to make cushion covers for old, unused cushion forms, tied with ribbon scraps. Other bits of ribbon are stored in vintage mason jars from my great aunt.
Pieces de resistance, however, include my delicious French stamps, the ribbon storage/display, the sewing machine cozy and the sweet cupcake garland.
I am so inspired and my soul is so well-fed-- I can't wait to make something else! I wish there were a way to make things and to make a living from doing it! Though maybe it would not be so much fun if I HAD to do it... Still, I can't help but think it would be more interesting than correcting essays....
There is more to be done: some trim to be painted out, a rug and a pad to keep my feet warm and my back healthy, more shelves and some frames for old family photos. All in good time. In the meantime, all I want to do is hang out in my pretty, pretty room!
Thanks, M, for spoiling me rotten!
