I’ve been sewing like crazy lately and surviving a generally chaotic time in our lives. After losing my measuring tape again yesterday morning I decided that enough was enough and started cleaning my sewing area right after picking the kids up and getting them settled with snacks and books and toys.
My sewing space started out in the bay window in our bedroom but didn’t last there long. All it took was dear Hubby rolling over on a pin left on the bed in the middle of the night. So then we moved me down to the basement. Lots of effort went into making it a good space: homasote on the walls, a thick pad and area rug on the cement floor, an industrial blue! work table and lots of extra lighting. At the end of the day though, it was still the basement with spiders and leaks and the occasional flood (yup, that area rug and pad didn’t last long). I ‘gave up’ sewing for a while. I was working constantly, traveling too much, trying to start a family… There just wasn’t much extra time. After the Little Miss was born, I itched to start sewing again. I did do some knitting and a little sewing from time to time but couldn’t really be down in the basement with a wee one upstairs. After Buster came along I really NEEDED to start sewing again - I needed to find something for myself that had nothing to do with anyone else. That’s how the sewing area came to live in it’s current home - the big bay window of the playroom (formally the dining room).

This spot has worked really well now for about 3 years (Buster will be 4! in August). Occasionally Hubby will wonder if the ironing board is ever going to go away but I just change the subject and then produce something wonderful. How can anyone find fault with creative expression, right?
I think I’ve done a good job making use of the space available. My sewing table is actually a console table given to us by by my dear Nana when hubby abd I bought the house. It works great because it is long but narrow. There’s room for my general sewing machine, a lamp and my serger. That’s it there on the right, hiding under a Venezia souvenir tea-towel.
When I could no longer expand out, I went up, down and under! I bought one of those great, inexpensive cube organizers from Target and put it on top of the radiator. It holds my most reached for books and current favorite fabrics. The two drawers are really handy. One contains odds and ends of ribbon and trim. The other holds odd sized tools and other bits and bobs. On top are mason jars full of my button collection. You can see the black white and brown jars there in the front. The colors are in a big jar in the back.
Right next to the radiator is a stack of plastic storage drawers. I try to keep these devoted to their contents. A drawer for cutting tools (far away from little hands). A drawer for thread. A drawer for zippers, bindings and other notions. I’ve arranged many of my quilting fabrics by color in a drawer of their own. My vintage trim collection lives in the drawer on the bottom.
The one thing that I’m unhappy with is the stack of boxes under the ironing board. There’s one for patterns. One for my Baby Jane fabrics and a couple baskets of stuff and scraps that I need to find a better home for. I’d like to come up with a better solution for these things but until they keep me from being productive, there they’ll stay.
I was so pleased when everything was put right that I just had to take some pictures. Hopefully this will help me want to keep it spick and span (I’m not the tidiest crafter in the world). I had the settings wrong on the first photo I took (at the top of this post). It ended up using ambient light (at around 6:30 pm) and a really long exposure. Even though the image is just a little shaky and ’soft-focus’ I kept it because the quality of the twilight outside and the warm interior glow was just a little too wonderful and Maxfield Parrish to pass up and toss in pursuit of perfection.
Sometimes the most beautiful is not the most perfect.
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