My Sewing Room

When we built our new home, my sweetheart built me a beautiful sewing room.  It's a big room, 21' x 16', it has 2 skylights, lots of shelving on the one side, with high ceilings and a high   narrow shelf on 2 walls so I can display my treasurers.  He also built me a long counter along the back wall so I would have a place to do special projects.  I have a "L" shape desk that my sewing and serger machines sit on.

Now the problem has been that this room was not only filled with bins with yardage and crafts supplies on the shelves, but it also had boxes and boxes of "Stuff" all piled on the floor and all around.

This room also has my computer station in it, so to me it is MY ROOM...... it should be my sanctuary, but instead it's was FRUSTRATION.

I would go into my room to work on my computer, or do some mending, or even do some sewing, but it wasn't pleasant because of this mess.  I would look around and just wonder to myself "What am I going to do?" and then I would just walk out and shut the door!

The first of June my sweet daughter Ann came for a visit, she was going to be here for a week.  She was excited, she loves to organize and file things, and then she said, "Mama, lets work on your sewing room, I'll help you."  I asked her if she really wanted to do that and her answered was "YES" it would be fun.  "FUN" I thought, all I could think of, was how would we make any sense of this mess??  

So we started.... The first thing we did was get some fresh boxes and then we started sorting,  going though things, putting like things together, getting rid of stuff and etc.  In the evening we sat in the sun room and she filed papers and sorted more stuff, while I shredded papers and made decisions of where something needed to go.

When the week was over we had made some progress, but there was still so much more that needed to be done, but it was time for her to leave and go back to her home and her family.  Oh, how I wished she could have stayed for another week but I was so grateful to her for getting me started.

For the next few weeks I kept on working, and little by little things began to take shape.

Last Sunday at Relief Society, the sister that was giving the lesson asked if anyone had any good news they would like to share.  I almost raised my hand... I wanted to SHOUT "My Sewing Room Is Clean" I can see my floor, my counters are clear, my shelves are organize, my computer station is neat and tidy, my sewing machines are free of clutter.

My Sweetheart came into my room the other day and told me that my floor looked like a dance floor, he then took me into his arms and twirl me around my room.  He then said the room looked mighty nice.

I have a comfortable upholster rocking chair in this room.  This chair was my Mama's.   It was in her bedroom and I remember her sitting and relaxing in this ole chair.  When you sit and rock in it, it makes a clicking noise, I like to think it is singing to you.  I enjoy just going into my room now and sitting in this chair, rocking back and forth.  It brings me peace.  My mother's picture is on top of one of my bookcases, as I sit in her chair and look at her picture, I say, "How do you like my sewing room now Mama?  It's pretty comfortable, isn't it?"  

Over the door I have a sign that reads, "Surround yourself with the things you love."  I do love my sewing room and I love my husband for loving me so much that he wanted me to have this beautiful room.  It's clean, it's organize and it is my sanctuary.