I'm lucky - I have a sewing room that's all mine (well, except that is when it's being used as a third bedroom when guests some to stay, but that's another story ...).
My sewing room (or the Fabrication Suite as it's lovingly known in this house) used to be a man's workshop tacked on the back of the garage. When I first saw it it was filled with dust, spiders and decades of cobwebs, and was rather unsightly. But, I knew it had potential and it was one of the main reasons why I fell in love with our house before we bought it. This dream of having a sewing room away from the prying fingers of a one year old, where I could drop pins and know that they wouldn't find their way into Thomas's mouth, where I could shut the door on my sewing chaos and no-one would see, where I could be alone ... it was perfect! So perfect I was blinded by it and managed to miss all the flaws with our house to be, like the rotten weatherboards, the kitchen with no benchspace, the lack of insulation ... ah well, hindsight is 20:20 they say.
Anyway, transforming the dingy workshop was our first project when we moved in back in March. We put in a new window, reclad the outside, insulated, gibbed, painted, carpeted and decorated, and now it's my haven. I love it. Ok, so there are still a few things to do, like hem the curtains and finish paining the desk, but it's pretty much there.
It does have one problem though. It gets rather untidy. You know how it is, you're working away, sewing and cutting and pinning and all the while the loose threads and offcuts and all those other bits and bobs start to creep out of their homes and suddenly all is chaos. Now, while I'm not precious about mess (I'm very good at just closing the door and thinking "I'll get to that later"), I do like to have a good clean up now and then. Usually it's when I can no longer find my sewing machine for all the clutter, or someone is coming to stay.
Today was one of those clean up days (spurred on by not being able to find my desk, rather than the imminent arrival of guests). It might sound weird, but I think having a good clean up is for me almost as therapeutic as making the mess in the first place. All that order and free space. It makes one think that one should do it more often! It'll never happen though - there is just too little time to sew, let alone clean up afterwards everytime. Still, it's a nice dream ...
My sewing room (or the Fabrication Suite as it's lovingly known in this house) used to be a man's workshop tacked on the back of the garage. When I first saw it it was filled with dust, spiders and decades of cobwebs, and was rather unsightly. But, I knew it had potential and it was one of the main reasons why I fell in love with our house before we bought it. This dream of having a sewing room away from the prying fingers of a one year old, where I could drop pins and know that they wouldn't find their way into Thomas's mouth, where I could shut the door on my sewing chaos and no-one would see, where I could be alone ... it was perfect! So perfect I was blinded by it and managed to miss all the flaws with our house to be, like the rotten weatherboards, the kitchen with no benchspace, the lack of insulation ... ah well, hindsight is 20:20 they say.
Anyway, transforming the dingy workshop was our first project when we moved in back in March. We put in a new window, reclad the outside, insulated, gibbed, painted, carpeted and decorated, and now it's my haven. I love it. Ok, so there are still a few things to do, like hem the curtains and finish paining the desk, but it's pretty much there.
It does have one problem though. It gets rather untidy. You know how it is, you're working away, sewing and cutting and pinning and all the while the loose threads and offcuts and all those other bits and bobs start to creep out of their homes and suddenly all is chaos. Now, while I'm not precious about mess (I'm very good at just closing the door and thinking "I'll get to that later"), I do like to have a good clean up now and then. Usually it's when I can no longer find my sewing machine for all the clutter, or someone is coming to stay.
Today was one of those clean up days (spurred on by not being able to find my desk, rather than the imminent arrival of guests). It might sound weird, but I think having a good clean up is for me almost as therapeutic as making the mess in the first place. All that order and free space. It makes one think that one should do it more often! It'll never happen though - there is just too little time to sew, let alone clean up afterwards everytime. Still, it's a nice dream ...
I'm envious! My 'sewing room' is now in the lounge/kitchen/dining/playroom...ugh! No more slinking away to fabric heaven for me.
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