Once in a blue moon – very rarely – my sewing room needs to become a guest room. With the gathering of family for B-I-L Bill’s funeral, the services of the little room were rather suddenly required as guest accommodations. Brother Chuck and Joanne arrived Thursday (Feb. 12) and stayed until Wednesday morning (Feb. 18). And I’m going to be right upfront here and say that it took me all of three days just to stash my sewing stuff and coax the room to look cozy for guests.
But – the sewing room was due for a massive reorganization, and I was happy to do it for my family. Still, I cleaned with trepidation because it doesn’t take much to make me forget just where I am in the scheme of things with my projects, some of which exist only in my mind. I pinned notes to some fabric – “overalls for bear,” “pants for bear,” etc. And something will go missing, no matter how hard I try. This time it's those vintage magazines with Cabbage Patch patterns in which I found the perfect t-shirt for "Build-a-Bears." Now, where did I put those?
The little room became a sewing room again once the guests left the driveway, but not so quickly did I regain my sewing momentum. For one thing, I appreciate that the room will be nice and neat as long as I don't sew. And for another – well, it’s just hard to take the plunge, I guess. Maybe today – if I can find that t-shirt pattern. . .
My play partner, Emmy, vacationed in Cancun this past week. I missed her, but truly it doesn’t much matter where she is because I’m a thousand miles from her anyway. But – it’s time to refocus on “Rosabell the Build-a-Bear.” At least, it is for me. You never quite know with a child. Perhaps she’s already outgrown Rosabell. Did Rosabell go to Cancun? I don’t know. KW
[Photo 1) The sewing room as a guest room. 2) Mike scrapes frost from Chuck and Joanne's van as they prepare to leave. 3) A photo of Emmy in Cancun, borrowed from her mother.]