Good bad or other, today is a quiet day for Dennis and me. Sometimes events of previous days can seem to wipe you out for the next day, or it could be that heavy wet air sucks the life out of one. I’m not sure which or both.
I am in my sewing studio and taking stock, scanning shelves to make sure I have kept things tidy in recent whirlwinds of crafting and sewing. There is nothing worse than ending up not being able to find what is needed for each task . . . because I didn’t put it back where IT belonged. I love my chair as I can swivel and take in a panoramic view.
I have had several gals in my sewing studio in the recent past and comments were made how much my area holds, but also how organized it was. There is more enjoyment out of coming down and beginning a project or picking one up where I left off than coming down to a mess. Tidy, tidy, my mantra of the day. I do pinch myself sometimes as to how well my studio has come together. Nothing fancy by any means. A dry basement with good ventilation, lots of lighting and designated areas of interest. Yes, I feel very fortunate. I am one to re-purpose, plan, and work with what I have to the max, so shopping is seldom needed before I can turn out a goodie. But . . . sometimes the trip to town just can’t be helped.