I’ve had a room I call “The Studio” for years now – but somehow it has never felt especially complete until yesterday. Why? I bought a sewing table. For the last 30 years I have had to clear off the drafting table or take over the dining table to sew. It’s a nuisance for someone who really enjoys sewing but hates clutter. Take things out. Put things away. Hate the mess of clutter. Hate the urgency to put things away. Thus, on a whim, when I saw this table, I bought it. Because it was a floor model, it was marked down, but even better, it was already assembled! At last, my sewing urges can be allowed to stay out in the open, at my whim and will.
Sewing has its corner.
Painting has its own corner.
Computer has its own corner.
Cameras and supplies are on the shelves, as are books and paper and paint and thread.
All is right with the world.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 