From the angle of the first photo, one might assume things are looking pretty good! But it does not tell an accurate story. The re-do finish line was in sight! It was glorious. Then I started sewing. I could not stay disciplined enough to avoid participation in a lovely IG sew-along, which then turned into a few more fabric pulls, and then I hadn’t finished that before I had an idea to exchange quilted postcards with friends to help decorate my space, and then I wanted to list more pincushions and then prom dress season started and I suddenly had hems to take up and straps to fix. Now my sewing area is in it’s final configuration, but nowhere near as tidy as I had intended. Here’s the long table. Not bad. But it’s stayed this way for about three weeks. I haven’t finished the project. Not ideal! But it’s organized. Speaking of organized, remember the pile of paper patterns I was going to put in page protectors and organize in a binder? I did put them in the protectors, organized them by piling them up, alternating each pattern by direction. They’ve stayed on a chair seat this way since I accomplished the task. This morning I went to photograph them and moved the chair. And they all slid down. I snapped the photo and walked away. My husband went down to the basement this morning. I hollered down “leave those papers as they are. I’m hoping to re-organize them and they might still be in order.” Hope springs eternal. I find things like this funny. As the saying goes, “We’ll all laugh about this eventually.” I choose to laugh now and eventually. My sanity thrives this way, but other people tend to judge me about this character trait. I laugh about that, too. Moving on, here’s one of my cabinets with my 10-inch squares and fabrics organized in a new way:
I’ve got my Heather Ross, black and whites and low volumes in here. Also some novelty fabrics.
I sewed up some 2″ black and white buffalo check valances, which I felt tied in my sewing space nicely with the rest of the man-cave basement feel. My space truly is transitional and proof that I can compromise and prove myself a friendly cohabitant with my hubby. Here is a view from my sewing table. Yes, it needs attention. And I’ll be giving it the attention another day. But for today I am focusing on a few laundry piles and hemming one of the prom gowns.
I’ll close today with a view of what’s under the window. I’m grateful for these windows, but they leave me with less wall space for quilty fun. Also, I love the vintage sign and chalkboard I found, so those are the upper focal points of the space. They would not have worked well hung lower, so I chose to hang two mini quilts. One is from my amazing sister…the one with the houses. The other was a work of art from an Instagram mini-quilt swap partner.
The garbage can is actually a planter, but it works perfectly as a trash can. I like the mini quilts here, because I see them constantly. Well, friends, happy Sunday to you. Thanks for your visit!