I was debating about putting a picture of my sewing room today. Much activity has taken place there the past two weeks, with two costumes finished and more on deck to be sewn next week. However, my ego and pride intervened.
I'm what you call a whirlwind sewing diva. When I sew, I tend to let the chips (or should I say fabric snippets, threads, needles, pins and other detritus) fall where it may. If you've ever seen Eleanor Burns Quilt-in-a-Day style of sewing, you've got a pretty good idea how I sew. What's more, when I'm on a roll and it's time to dig out a zipper or lace or interfacing, the original storage box gets tossed aside, contents all rumpled and tumbling out. The area immediately surrounding my sewing table becomes a minefield/obstacle course that the rest of the family refuses to negotiate in order to reach me. My kids resort to standing in the doorway and jumping up and down and hollering for me to come out when situations arise that require my immediate assistance.
Therefore, to be succinct, my sewing room happens to be a disaster area right now. If I were to post a picture, I imagine that the Health Inspectors would be on my doorstep with a warrant for my arrest and a condemnation notice.
Ergo, I will leave the state of my sewing room to your imagination. And make plans to clean furiously before starting the 8 wolf costumes I'm slated to make next week. After all, I don't want to die in a fabric-related incident. That would just be too weird - even for me.
4 comments:
Hey - have a good weekend and good luck to HM! Do you get to forget about the sewing room over the weekend?
I think that my sewing room looks a bit like yours, except that I share it with DH's musical equipment!
There are many ways to die that I would find embarrassing. A fabric related sort of accident hadn't occurred to me. But I shall now add that to the list!
Sooooo cute!ao
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