The Sewing Room

So interesting to me how life takes twists and turns and how you think that things will never change.  But they do.  Lately I have had some dramatic changes in my life dropped like a shoe that was stored on the top shelf of the closet.  Whack, right on the head.

This is when I crawl back into my comfort zone, start to cozy up my house, have dates with my grandsons and make sure that those around me know how much I love them, appreciate them and need them.

The other thing I depend on is my sewing room.  It is like being in my very own little "Panic Room", or "Bomb Shelter".  It is all mine, things are where I want them, and who gets in is up to me as well.  I used to call this a sewing "hole" because it is really a small space, but things have changed in there and it deserves more respect now.  It is truly my "happy place".

Just off the middle of the house my room sits and waits for me.  Every time I walk in there I can feel myself saying "AH".  Recently my little room has gotten a facelift and it is so pretty now, much more organized, and useable.   Still have some collections of fabric to put away, but it is a process.  And yes, I totally share this space with Fuzz.

Having your own space is important, no matter if it is a closet, or a corner, or the dining room table.  We all need a place to be ourselves, to be creative and sometimes just to hide from the real world.  My sewing room has seen me in lots of circumstances, it has been abused at times, but still is constantly there, waiting for me to walk in and it just makes me happy.