We bought our house mostly because of the size of the kitchen...but partly because it had the promise of 4 bedrooms. An important feature from my perspective. After a few years of sharing their space the near teenagers among us (and consequently their mother) were feeling the effects.
That was 9 years ago. And now, one of those bedrooms lies fallow for 8 months of the year while eldest is away at school.
I am not sure why it took me a year and a half to realize the possibility of a sewing space for me. But there you have it, it did. And now that I know she is fine, and certain that her path is leading her away from this space, I am claiming it as mine. Sort of.
And, in my mind I can think of no better way to lay claim than to get sewing.
Sewing for the one who still lets me....
Happy Monday folks.