I have been pining for my sewing machine and fabrics.
Finally, we have reached a point where it was possible to spend an hour or two on getting my sewing room a little more organised. I’m not ready to get to work just yet – somewhere out there is a box with all my thread – but I’ve been getting reacquainted with my fabrics, reminding myself what I have and what I’d planned to do with all of it. Some of you (the non-quilters) will be wondering what all the fuss is about. I’ll try to explain.
It’s nearly a month since I packed up my work room, and I’ve been missing my daily dose of creativity, of association with colour and texture and a sense of peaceful purpose. It’s hard to look around and on all sides see unfinished tasks shouting to be done, with no opportunity to sit and quietly achieve goals and make something useful and beautiful.
My fabulous oak Cupboard of All Colours has been reassembled and almost filled again. My sewing machine has its own table under the window for the best working light, and I have a separate cutting table. There is a wall dedicated to my design space (or queensize beige flannelette sheet, if you want to be picky), another for my bookshelves. There will be space to leave the ironing board up all the time, somewhere to put rolls of batting, interfacing and fusibles, and best of all, lots and lots of light. I know there are three large boxes of fabric and at least a dozen of books waiting to be collected from the storage unit, not to mention the wall track, brackets and shelves for my books, but it’s a start. I have somewhere to put my embroidery project where it won’t accidentally have a hot drink set down on it, and where the needle won’t disappear into a crack in the floorboards!
I’m a happy quilter again. Next week, I should be able to start another AHQ quilt. I could actually start tomorrow if I went out and bought some fabric and thread, but having spent a couple of hours arranging my sewing room, I now have to get on with more urgent jobs, like emptying more cardboard boxes, doing laundry and loading the dishwasher.
…In a minute. For just a little longer I shall sit in my room and dream…