My quiet place,my sewing room, I just love to sit in my rocking chair and fold fabrics sort sewing materials, at times. Peaceful and rewarding room, a place to let the mind rest. What is it about "Old Things" that makes the heart flutter? And era gone by, pieces of the heart stored away, Our grandmothers and mothers beleived in saving for a "rainy day" as my granny said many times. Now as I sit in the floor going through a Old hump back cedar chest filled with Vintage crochet. what better way to spend a rainy day, and remember a "time long gone~ With all the recycling/upcycling.( and I am guilty of just that) all the treasures that was once stored away in old cedar chests will be gone forever,
My sewing room could have been a real disaster a couple of months ago we had a bad storm, high winds, damage to our roof,
Of all rooms to have damage it was my sewing room, where a section of drain pipe had been blown off the eaves.
The roofers must have overlooked a section, because the rain leaked over my craft table, I did not notice the leak for a few days,
being my sewing room is not a room I venture into every day.
When I became aware of the leak, it had damaged the ceiling, and all the items on my work table.