Damn! I went away for a motorcycle ride this morning and came home to find Donna in the middle of a cleaning spree. She’s particularly proud of her sewing room, and I must admit, it’s looking pretty organized. Photos, please:
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Damn! I went away for a motorcycle ride this morning and came home to find Donna in the middle of a cleaning spree. She’s particularly proud of her sewing room, and I must admit, it’s looking pretty organized. Photos, please:
Dear Donna (to be forwarded by your husband (BTW, what is your email address)). You can e-mail me at rwolfson@datastep.com.
Now, to the point. I am desperately, agonizingly covetous of your sewing room. I have, alas, merely a sewing closet. But I think you’ll love the way it’s organized. And if only I could stop people dumping stuff on it as they walk by.
It looks like you’re using the same shelving system I’ve used (and reconfigured it about ten way for fifteen different uses, more or less). If I ever get my color laser filled with ink cartridges, I’m printing those pictures out and pinning them to my office module doors.
You must be so relieved to have it all at your fingertips. I did all the slipcovers, bedspread, and bed pillows, along with the window seat downstairs, on one machine, but now I’ve bought a variable speed machine for doing some couture sewing.
And why did you never tell me you sewed? You’re practically the only person I know who sews. I think we need to go back to Home Econ courses that cover sewing from seat covers (big rectangles) through couture. To say nothing of cooking and cleaning. Apparently I was behind the door when the cleaning brains were handed out.
I am so proud of you. And so envious. I’ll send you pictures when you can actually see the order behind the chaos. And then we put the dining table in storage so I could have a gym. Which is where I’m amount to go. Please send e-mail re sewing and such.
Deeply envious,
Robin
Donna, one more thing, want to come up and help me organize the office (at least, my third of it) into a decent organized book store and the studio/guest room/ music closet into a place where I can write (yeah, right, at least nothing so far) into a place where you can actually walk around in it. Apparently, we’ve never quite finished unpacking.
Love,
r