My happy place...

Do you see that doorway there?  The one on the left?

Behind it's door is our guest room, converted into my sewing room (or my "What-cha-ma-call-it" room.).  It is a space that I have spent hours, even full days in.  A room that I have complete control over.  And that alone makes me happy in itself.

It holds fabric galore, baskets of doilies, crochet needles, knitting needles, yarn, fabric yarn, patterns, books, felt, roving, elastic, velcro, ribbons, painting supplies, papers, felted sweaters, and wooden pieces galore, and my cloth diapering supplies for Hayden.

I honestly joke that I have a Michael's craft shop in my house.

But, it makes me smile, it makes me think, it makes me create.

I adore it, to say the least.

I have a love affair with organizing and reorganizing this room.  It has been done and re-done and done again.  It's not in it's cleanest state currently, and there was a layer of dust on my sewing machine, but yesterday I was in a funk. I just had to get in there.  

I was itching to stitch and clear my head.

To make it a bit happier, I changed out my sewing table linen, in favor of a thrifted embroidered one that I scored for 25 cents.

In the works, I have a few doll dresses for my babes.

 A few new Lillipals that I have been hand stitching.  Working on my invisible stitch, (which as you can see, isn't so invisible).

Ahem.

I think that I will get it though.  

As long as I spend a few more days in my happy place.