Well, I've been hunting through some old photo archives, trying to decide what next little bit of fabulousness to display...and I ran across this pic. My first apartment. Sigh. Memories. More specifically--my first "sewing room" setup.
And then I ran across this picture, from my next place. Still sewing in my bedroom--but note the splendiferous addition of the aqua chair and the wall-mounted thread rack.
And now...of all delightful things, I have an entire room for all of my sewing gear. Ok, so I let Gladys think it's her room, but she's not going to read this so I can be honest. Of course, I just realized that I don't actually have any full pictures of my sewing paradise, but I do have this one:
Yes, that's just the shelving for the fabric. Sigh of happiness. The closet beside it is quite full as well. Perhaps this makes me something of a dork, but it also makes me jump for joy. I don't think I could ever go back to keeping all of my fabric in two rubbermaid tubs and spreading projects out on my bed. I am quite thoroughly spoiled.
And there's no way this fabric would fit back in those tubs! It's like the Blob. It's just gone too far and the growth is exponential and cannot be contained by modern science. Evil chuckle.
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