Here it is, my sewing room with no apologies. Click on any image for a better look if you care too!
This is the one place in the whole universe that is all mine, or as Virginia Woolf would have said a room of my own. The day I took these photos I was finishing up a blitzkrieg of sewing. Working on bodices, sleeves, silkies and all kinds of things. To be honest I don’t like messes, I like being tidy and orderly. But sometimes when I sew I sew wildly and just need to take advantage of the free time that I may have.
Also, when this photo was taken one kid was under the table his “special spot”, the cat is of course always hanging around and the other kid too has a “special spot” located between the file cabinet and the bookshelves. Once there he will take my fold out cardboard cutting mat and make himself a door or a roof depending on the weather. The room is always busy, but I rule it with an iron glove and kick my subjects out if needed or if they break a rule.
My oldest friends
Sometimes I just lie on the floor and think sad things.
It’s my museum, my art gallery, my library.
I count myself lucky just to have a room of my own, where I can sew and occasionally be by myself. It’s where I create and it’s a glorious room whatever the state.