It was truly a thing of beauty!
I bought a new table for my Sewing Room that could hold all my machines. I cleaned. I organized. I culled. I was ruthless. I looked at each piece of fabric, each tool, each spool of thread – “Do I use you? Do I love you? Do you work well?” One No and it was out of there. Organized, clean, efficient, restful!”
And then something happened . . . Life!
What a mess. I’m not even showing you the worst pictures.
My husband walked in a couple of weeks ago and stood in front of the wall where all my Hoops and Clamps for my Happy, 15 Needle Machine hang. I thought for a minute there I was going to have to do CPR. He took one look at all the 10 penny nails I had pounded into the wall to hold each one up and all the blood just drained from his face.
Then he just shook his head, turned and walked away.
“What!? Hey it works. At least they’re not laying on the floor under the machine anymore. Hey you, come back here and fix this for me!”
Stay tuned – I found a solution – maybe.