Then one day as a big girl my dream came true, I got my Studio!!!
My sewing studio, after years of sewing on the kitchen table and my sewing paraphernalia in boxes all over the place I finally got my own STUDIO. Well half a room at first as it was officially the playroom. So I moved in a sewing table (my mother in laws old sewing table after she passed away, a table with some family history) I put all my threads on a rack (kindly given to me my my sewing buddy Caroline) and away I went...
Only I was really uncomfortable calling it a studio. I felt it sounded pretentious, the word sat uncomfortably with me. Even when the children no longer needed an allocated room just to play in and store their toys, even when I took over the whole of the room and moved my fabric and yarn stash out of boxes into a lovely display cabinet, I was still unable to call it my studio.
So the sewing room it became. Yes, I know from a business point of view the word studio sounds so much more professional and implies a great work environment, I still call it my sewing room. My children however still call it their playroom. Only they don't play with wooden train track or build Lego-the little one now pulls the fabric out of the cupboard or stacks up the yarn balls whilst playing tiddly winks with my button stash. As for the older one he is more likely to be found with his laptop perched on the side of my sewing table showing me the latest game or a little movie he has just put together. Most importantly its still a room we all enjoy, a room that feels like a place my family can gather in, a space with the things we love in.
Its funny how things evolve organically, I remember this home when it was being built each bare room open to my own interpretation of what it could be made into, a true blank canvas. I remember being told by the Estate Agent that this was the Dinning Room, in my heart then I remember thinking...what a great studio space...
Only I was really uncomfortable calling it a studio. I felt it sounded pretentious, the word sat uncomfortably with me. Even when the children no longer needed an allocated room just to play in and store their toys, even when I took over the whole of the room and moved my fabric and yarn stash out of boxes into a lovely display cabinet, I was still unable to call it my studio.
So the sewing room it became. Yes, I know from a business point of view the word studio sounds so much more professional and implies a great work environment, I still call it my sewing room. My children however still call it their playroom. Only they don't play with wooden train track or build Lego-the little one now pulls the fabric out of the cupboard or stacks up the yarn balls whilst playing tiddly winks with my button stash. As for the older one he is more likely to be found with his laptop perched on the side of my sewing table showing me the latest game or a little movie he has just put together. Most importantly its still a room we all enjoy, a room that feels like a place my family can gather in, a space with the things we love in.
Its funny how things evolve organically, I remember this home when it was being built each bare room open to my own interpretation of what it could be made into, a true blank canvas. I remember being told by the Estate Agent that this was the Dinning Room, in my heart then I remember thinking...what a great studio space...