Sewing Room Musings

Tonight I am upstairs in my sewing room. This is one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. In fact, it is like my own little world tucked under the eaves and away from the cares and troubles of life.

 

This is a room that has always been for 'girls'. It was built and created for my two daughters and they lived out their childhood inside these four walls.

 

We decorated this room together. We read stories here and curled hair, and pinned up hems.

 

Secrets were told here of childhood romances, girlhood friendships; there was homework, sleepovers, getting ready for prom.

 

It is a happy pink room with morning sunlight and a view of whoever comes to the front door.

 

Important when you are expecting a date!

 

 

 

 

Happy, memories.

 

 I don't come up here as often as I should. I am slowly finding my creativity again.

 

Sometimes you lose things along the way, but sometimes you can get them back if you stay focused on the journey.

 

So, my sewing room is a little dusty and cluttered , but I am ready to move back in once more.

 

 

 

 

This is a favorite room of my kitties, too.

Maggie and Ling Ling love to snooze away a quiet afternoon up here.

 No dogs allowed!

 

Of course they insist I have their favorite collectibles up here!

 These two kitties were once my Dear Mother's. One is cast iron, the other ceramic. They are both door stops.

But now they stand guard in front of the hat boxes.

 

 

 

 

I am here to sew together a sweet little gift for a dear little baby.

 But I don't want to give the surprise away until after it is sent, so this is all I can show you.

 

I have been busy crocheting in front of the fire on quiet evenings and now it is ready for the final touches.

 

It is so soft.

 

 

 

 

I have my 'vintage' television to keep me company while I work.

 A gift to my daughters one Christmas when it was 'new'. That was in the early 90's! But why replace something that is still useful?

 

Here I am watching Christmas movies on 'Lifetime'. I am a hopeless romantic.

 

You can see a big swatch of burlap that I bought a while ago for a table runner. But that will have to wait, as Christmas has taken over!

 

 

 

 

Once all the rock posters came down when my daughter's left the nest, I moved my collection of Victorian artwork in here.

 

All famous Victorian paintings of children with pets.

 

My life for so many years!

 

 

 

 

There were dogs and cats and guinea pigs and birds, and even two chubby little ponies, all very much loved.

 

These beloved works of art remind me of those wonderful days gone by.

 

 

 

 

Here is my chair, with yes, an electric heating pad for my shoulder.

It is an old injury that I always forget and I do foolish things like pick up 40 lb bags of sunflower seeds for the birds that I find on sale and load myself.

 

I can't pass up a bargain.

 

 

 

 

Behind me are a few of my sewing and crafting books on a temporary shelf,

 that keep me inspired.

 

I am looking for just the right wooden bookshelf. Tall and narrow. And white. Or pink?

 

 

 

 

The rest of my books reside inside this little cupboard that was once my children's. My vintage television sits on top.

 Kitty Kat needlework share black painted frames alongside, all thrift shop finds.

 

My ironing board is wooden from the 1930's.

 

I have two of these (one in my laundry room) and one miniature child's one with a tiny electric iron that plugs in and gets 'warm'.

 

I have used them as buffet tables, minus their coverings, whenever I have a large crowd.

 

 

 

 

I have a metal wardrobe rack with baskets of fabric waiting for creative inspiration. Most are vintage 'shabby chic' style sheets and thrift store fabrics collected over time.

 

I can't show you the whole rack.

 

It is messy.

 

It badly needs to be organized. (After the Holidays)

 

I do want to sew some pretty summer curtains and cushions with my finds.

 

 

 

 

I love using vintage containers to store my supplies.

 

Here I have enamel and glass refrigerator dishes to store buttons and odds and ends.

 

 

 

 

 I can have my 'girliest' treasures, here.

 

For many years I had no room of my own.

 

Not even a bedroom!

 

While building this house when our children were young, we slept on a pull out couch waiting for the day when we would have our very own bedroom.

 

Can you believe 8 years?

 

I did all of my sewing on a treadle sewing machine that also served as a table behind my sofa.

 

My crafting was done late at night on the kitchen table.

 

But now, I have my very own bedroom shared with my Dear Husband (although not quite done) and I have inherited this sewing room from my precious girls.

 

 

 

 

My little 'Cottage Style' refuge.

 

I can still hear the echos of my little girl's laughter.

 

Filling the room with memories and love.

 

 

xx

 

What are you creating today?