I have put off showing my new sewing room because I want to impress everyone with my tidiness and awesome organization skills. I keep envisioning a photo of my immaculate space with charming touches of creative decor, my newest project all perfectly organized next to my state of the art (or charming vintage) sewing machine. The sewing room I envision has no threads scattered on the floor, no little dog ear snippets that missed the waste basket when tossed in that general vicinity. The ironing board has a pristine hand made cover that magically resists all stains and never has any burn spots, stray threads or patches to cover the rips. And I keep thinking I'll get the window trim finished before I post a picture. That vision, however, exists only in my head. It is not a reality and more than likely never will be. My real sewing room always has thread on everything including me. There are always piles of fabric on every surface. Finishing the window trim has slipped down the list of priorities. When I'm about to take my final breath, I won't be saying to myself, "Darnit. I sure regret not finishing that trim on the windows."
So instead of my imaginary sewing room, here is the real thing, complete with warts.
A view to the right shows my creative space. This is where I spend time sewing and blog surfing.