Craft Empire, Bigger

I have crafted and sewn for years on my beloved large slab of wood desk in our bedroom upstairs.  Our house is old and the bedroom is often too cold or stifling hot.  In the summer I had to strike a balance between using the iron and running the room air conditioner.  And it was a bit cramped.  But it was my space and I loved it.  So much of who I am was created in that little space while I was creating things.  Jewelry, book making, and finally coming home to quilting.  It was my happy place.

Earlier this year, DH suggested that we could make the downstairs reading room my sewing room.  I nearly swooned at the thought.  And then we finally took a couple long, hard, tiring weekends and did it.

And it is my new happy place.  No electrical funniness.  No wild temperature swings.


Room for everything…

like paints….


And fabric and books and my signed George Brett baseball…


and a lot of my ginger jar collection…


my colored pencils and drawing pads…


knitting needles and embroidery hoops…


paintbrushes and bamboo and tiny drawings from Romania…


rulers and rotary cutters and scissors…


round tubes of interfacing and aida cloth and linen and paper….


in-progress projects and charm squares and scraps…


There is a design wall…


And the kitten likes to spend hours sleeping in my chair…


the furniture is eclectic and mishmash and ideal for making me happy and bright…


There are nooks and crannies and glitter and flowers and crochet hooks and glue and ink and princess lego kitty and little boxes and bells and crayons…


It is, as you can see, perfect.  I feel lucky beyond compare.  The fly in the ointment is it is just so perfect.  I have the space to do anything I want to make – and I can’t get going.

Posting this is my first step forward.  Next I am going to start cutting up little squares and hope it leads to something awesome in my awesome craft empire.

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Grown Up

I have an awesome, all-to-myself, craft and sewing room.  A couple months ago my husband powered through and moved my cramped sewing space in our bedroom to a space of its own.  It is almost too wonderful to be true.  Which may explain why I suddenly have no desire to sew… but that is a different blog post – along with pictures of my new space.


With all of my girly sewing stuff in a girly room of its own, we took the opportunity to make our bedroom a lot more grown up.  And I really like it.  I made new pillow covers and a wall hanging for above the bed before the desire to sew vanished.  I have a new bed quilt in the works.


There is a new reading nook where my craft empire I was.  It is a cozy, wonderful little spot.


The little kitten likes it.


The wall hanging was made with the Spell It With Moda patterns.


And it is home.

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The Best Thing I Ever Painted

There have been ups and downs since my diatribe on learning to paint.  I did a truly scary self portrait.  I did a passable landscape (the worst of all those done in my class, but it didn’t induce wretching).  But the best thing I have painted is a blueberry Le Crueset little dish I have.  It had great color and shape and the shadowing wasn’t bad.  And now I can’t find it.  I can find every other painting that I have made, but the blueberry is missing.  Trust me, it was pretty darn good.  Like almost high school good.

Instead I will share a picture of my second best painting.


I have only one painting class left and we get to work on our final projects, which I think I will like.  I am glad I stretched myself, but I am glad the class will be over.  Next semester is Drawing and Fiber and Impressionism Art History.  This girl is looking forward to all 3.