I’m going show you something frightening. Something out-of-control scary. Something I am embarrassed of but perhaps the shame will keep me in check.
This is my workspace. My studio. Right in the corner of our dining room. Oh, the horror!
Piles of upcycled fabrics cascading down the wall. Sewing table cluttered and dripping with packing materials, scraps of ribbon and paperwork. Fabric spilling over to the radiator cover and window. Ironing board without space to iron.
Why am I exhibiting this? Why am I inviting you to look into my window, to gawk at my imperfection?
I am changing it. I really am this time. Nature Boy, fantastic carpenter du jour, has built me a brand-new “fabric shelf” of my imagining. It will reign in my chaos. It will change my life.
Tonight, we primed it and hope to paint it tomorrow, one of my most favorite colors. It will not sit quietly in the corner. It will shout at me, “Come here and look at all of this fabric and get inspired and make something!” It will be bright and cheery and catch my eye. Onward, to progress, to change, to efficiency! Well, at least perhaps in sewing.