One day I dream of having my own craft room. Right know I beg, borrow and steal space wherever and whenever I can get it. I feel like I put off working on projects because I have to take everything out and put everything away every time I have a chance to work on an item.
In my dreams, my craft space would have a bright, sunny window and wood floors. The walls would be a pale green or blue and all of the furniture and storage would be white. The fabrics and supplies, half finished projects and inspirational pictures on my walls would provide the rest of the colour. I dream of this space often when I am clearing my sewing machine off of the dining room table while a meal is waiting to be served. This is my reality now, but I am always grateful to have the time and energy to create and as long as I continue to have those things, I am happy.