My sewing room was really the guest room; when we moved in, this room was where we put stray furniture that wasn't bound for the nether regions of the basement. Aside from my little desk, there was a night stand, a hideabed couch, a little table, that kind of stuff. Mostly it all hugged the walls and with the addition of my little fabric shelf and my treadle machine it was pretty full.
When we decided to go big on the new table (4x8 feet) we knew we had to move the couch, thus cementing the not a guest room status. How unwelcoming of us. We pretty much figured the room would be eaten alive by the table, but our only real visitor is my mom and she can handle sleeping on the floor in the girl's room. And it officially would became my sewing room.
Dream World Northwest and it is a beautiful fit for my machine.
why yes, she is an astronaut, we're very proud
Once we had the couch and desk out and the table in, we both just kinda looked at it for a minute and then confirmed to each other that yes, somehow even with the giant table the room seemed bigger. Grandma is not sentenced to the floor of a kid room! She gets the floor of the sewing room! (The queen sized air mattress fits even if the couch bed is syonora.)
Also with the shuffle, I decided that it was time for this to be visible. My great-grandmother made this doll quilt for my mom when she was about four. Those squares finish at about an inch. I only just noticed the section in the bottom center that's in upside down. There's some points of the quilting that don't match up either. I like that I found them. This is an heirloom, absolutely none of us care if it has quirks. For all I know Josephine Wilson hated those upside down squares. But I like them. It's a good reminder to me that my husband is right when he says I'm the only one who will ever care about the quirks in my quilts. Just more proof my husband is the coolest.