After a day of work, my sewing room is ready for its duty as guest room. My husband was duly impressed when I showed him how clean it was. I can even close the closet doors! And I organized all my batting scraps.
I had to shuffle some things to make it a space. I really don't like having my back to a door, blame three older brothers most likely, so I really wanted to find it a place that wasn't under the window. I ended up being able to move my fabric storage system to the other side of my desk.
(When I initially covered all those boxes I made a girl side and a boy side for each one. We used this to store baby clothes when baby still shared a room with mom and dad. When I made it I told my husband that I would use it for fabric storage someday. He was skeptical as it would have to survive children. Little did we know it would only have to survive three. Totally made it. And now it houses fabric.)
And what fun is a treadle machine if you can't play with the treadle? I will probably have to crack down on this once I have the leather in place, but for now my almost six year old is totally the king of getting the wheel spinning. Seriously, he's got a knack for it.
So there you have it; my clean sewing room. It kinda makes me wanna paint, but would all my fabric smell like paint forever? And how do I choose a paint color? I don't want the walls to clash with my quilts and make them look all weird. And besides, Audrey and Gregory own the walls in this space.