Brad is worn out, shoulder is bothering him after PT on Monday, and I’m letting him nap in his recliner in the living room. I’ve got a couple of loads of laundry going but that won’t bother him in the least.
I’ve moved to my Studio/Workroom/Sewing room for the afternoon to let him have some quiet. It’s cooler in this end of the house. I have a nice view out the north window of a Red Shouldered Hawk hunting in the tree grove near the creek.
When the house was built it was laid out as a three bedroom with one bedroom set aside as my sewing room back in 1989. Early in 2001 we acquired our first computer, a Gateway desktop with Windows ME, and the only place to put it was my sewing room.
Brad retired from the cop job in 2005 and soon after that computer bit the dust. Eventually, we both ended up with laptop computers and I reclaimed that spot in my sewing room. By then I was doing very little sewing and a lot of weaving and some quilting in that room and it morphed into my ‘workroom’ instead of mostly for sewing.
Nowadays it functions like more of a studio where I design, plan and work on projects and store my yarn, fiber and assorted fiber related tools and toys. Now that I have Brad’s old recliner in the room it really is a sanctuary. I refer to it as my workroom more than my studio but it is my little corner of heaven on earth.
I still do a bit of sewing now and then and when I don’t have the sewing machine set up it sits in it’s case under the table that I use as a winding station for my yarn. Actually there are two sewing machines in cases under that table. The one on the left is an old Singer made in the 1940’s and I’ve used it for piecing quilt tops and sewing upholstery fabric in the past. The other is a modern Singer zigzag machine that I love.
I moved one of the plastic bins off the wire rack and made a place for my laptop when it’s not in my lap.
I’m enjoying my Celtic music on the stereo again, Connie Dover singing Ubi Caritas, and I’m ready to put the laptop aside and work on gusset increases on the pair of Malabrigo socks.
I just finishing laundering a quilt. It’s an old quilt that my paternal grandmother made back in the 1940’s, hand pieced, hand quilted with hand carded cotton batting. My Maytag washer has an excellent hand wash cycle and I can trust it not to damage the quilt. I put it in the dryer on the lowest setting for a little while and then let it finish drying on top of the full size bed with the ceiling fan blowing. It will make a nice throw for the studio. It’s a bit small for a full size bed. It’s been laundered several times over the years but it really hasn’t shrunk that much. It’s just not a large quilt. I think it was made for a twin bed.