My Domain

Today there were six children in my house -- and even though they were three floors away I could hear every piercing shriek of glee. Sadly, it was not a moment to wistfully smile and remember my own childhood, but rather a moment in which I gritted my teeth and wondered what was being broken. 

So instead of showcasing the newly unpacked basement (where the above-mentioned children were frolicking) I am instead choosing to share new pictures of my own domain -- my sewing room and office. While these rooms were highlighted in the video tour, they have since been improved with the arrival of a carload of office "stuff" -- mainly plants and computer equipment.

Let's take a photo tour, shall we?

My sewing room is just waiting to be used...

I want so badly to start making summer dresses and quilts and cloth napkins for summer picnics. But somehow there just hasn't been time. I suppose I've been legitimately busy, but it still feels like I've been slacking. The cold weather (notice the sleety drizzle out the window) has also been putting a cramp in my creative juices.

Bill is gone this week, and now that the house is totally unpacked (hurray!) I will have lots of time to kill in the evenings after the kids are in bed. Maybe I'll finally break out the rotary cutter and finish the three projects I had to stop midway through because of the move.

And office.

Of course, the real place I should be spending time this week is in my office. There are just no excuses left -- I have the proper computer, all the right peripherals, my complete files, and of course, a laundry list of tasks and emails that have been put off for the last month. 

I've been struggling a bit with temperature control in this room -- it's actually a sunroom that was added on at a later date and no connected to to the rest of the house's HVAC system. Instead, it has baseboard heaters, which are kind of hit-or-miss. I've also dragged in an electric radiator. Between the two heat sources, I'm generally able to get the room up to a comfortable temperature, but I have a tendency to ignore the temperate air until it heats up to "sauna levels". So then I turn the heaters off and don't notice until its frigid again. And so the cycle begins anew.

It's mine. All mine.

Despite any challenges, I can't complain. Because it is my own space, where I don't have to be responsible for anyone and where people have to knock to enter. Can I ask for more than that?

Maybe for the screaming children to keep it down in the basement.

Yeah, like that's going to happen.