Where there lived a little mouse.
And this mouse is pretty damn happy right now. I've finally found a place to make into a home, not just a house. It's been awhile since I wrote, as the last time that I had a space moment to breathe, I spent it renovating one thing or another. Honestly, it's been wild. Carpets in, hardwood out. New stairs, paint everywhere, office built from the studs out, drywall, bathrooms gutted, tilework, and the list goes on and on. All done in two months, give or take a little.
Things are finally settling into place and calming down. My room is finally complete, and I'd love to show it to you. It used to be the house's dining room...but we really didn't have a need for a formal eating area. And I did need a space of my own.
This is my desk. When I look out of my window when I'm writing, I can see our (very long) driveway, trees and garden gnomes that my kids keep moving on me. At least I hope it's the kids. Under the cutting table, there's a lot of clutter - but at least the clutter is sorted clutter. All of the bags are holding yarn scraps, one bag for one weight of yarn. And the big box is filled with "to do" mending and projects in progress. I really should get to that.
This is the other half of the room, as taken from my chair. Funny that it didn't make it into the picture, but there's a piano against the wall there. And yes, I do have a lot of fabric. I know. When the zombie apocalypse hits, at least we'll all be warm.
Everything in this room is what makes me ... me. My sais are on the shelf above my head, and I'm still thinking about what I should put on the walls for decoration. But other than that, I'm done.