A sewing day

Every once in a while, one of my fellow bloggesses writes about her new or reorganized sewing room or craft area.  I have always found these posts boring, and wonder, “Why does she think we would care?”   Could the green eyed monster have been rearing its ugly head?  Was it that every time I wanted to sew on even a patch, I had to clear the dining room table, haul out my not-very-portable portable sewing machine, and then erect a spider web of extension cords to turn it on?  And if I actually wanted to make something, then I needed to also extract my ironing board from its lair and add to the already complex web of electrical cords?  And that then, if one wanted to use the computer for a quick game of Spider Solitaire, one had to become the spider oneself to traverse the web of cords surrounding it?  Suffice it to say, that I have long wanted a place where I could keep my sewing equipment set up.  When Rebecca was little, I had an area on our back porch.  There, I made most of the clothes for Rebecca and myself, shirts for my husband, and quite a few garments for my parents.  It was a pleasant place to sew in the spring and autumn, but in summer it was too hot, and in winter it too cold.  Now, I have an indoor place – and I am so pleased about it, that like those other bloggers, I have to share.  “Brag” might be a better word, I suppose.

The sewing machine you see has had its fiftieth birthday this year.  It goes backwards and forwards, and it has a button hole attachment, but that is about it.   However, it suits my needs very well.  Occasionally, I think about branching out into the more exotic when I see the fancy things other machines will do, but then I think of my faithful servant – a gift for my fifteenth birthday, and I do not want to desert her for a more up to date model.