So here it is. My little room. I actually feel a little shy about sharing it - isn't that funny? I've stalled on photographing it - making up excuses of little details that needed to be finished first (I never did install the vintage milk glass doorknob I scoured town for - see that hole in the door on the left?). When the truth is, I think, I just wanted to sink into it, and settle in and call it my own for a while. Before I shared it and before the work in it began. This weekend I did just that - broke it in, so to speak. There was some sewing, some writing, and even some entertaining (thank you Betsy, and then Jen, for letting me lock you in my room for a bit - you were both so gracious while I gushed on and on).
I could tell you about the color choices, or of my new obsession with chrome shelving, or the history of a gazillion things in here, and on and on (check the growing Flickr photoset for some details), but more overwhelming to me than those details are how the room feels to me. I mean, it's nothing grand - it's nothing that will be in a magazine spread - it's not like that. It's quite small and rather simple - but oh, it's so perfectly 'me' and I love it so. It's full of things I love, of things that are important to me both now and in my past, and has plenty of space for plans and dreams for what is yet to come.
Every night last week, when the house was dark and quiet, I went in and sat on the middle of the floor and looked up and around in a bit of wonderment. I didn't do any sewing or writing. Just sitting. Still and quiet. And forgive me for heading down the road of sap once more (I know, I do that), but being in here feels pretty amazing to me. Amazing in the way that I'm overcome with awe and gratitude about why I even have this room in the first place. Tremendous gratitude for the four people sleeping outside that door who give up a lot of space, and much patience to make my crazy dreams come true, and make the ride much more fun along the way; for the absolute honor and privilege of being a writer (is it really true?); and for the joy of making things. Dream, Write, Make - that's just what I plan to do in here.
More photos of my studio here.