I’m happy. I’m in my office.
I haven’t had one for a long time. I made the office I used back into a bedroom and took to working at the dining room table because that’s how it worked out best. I sewed upstairs in my daughter’s old room because…yeah, that’s how it worked out.
My stuff was everywhere.
This spring, my husband—the roommate, the boyfriend, my heart, Duane, all the same—suggested giving me part of our garage as my very own space. I said Can we have it done by Saturday?
We couldn’t, and it’s still not quite done, but I can use it and I am happy. I am here beside the west window with a view that is chilly today but warms me nonetheless.
It’s still a mess in here, but the table I’m using for a desk isn’t. The new sewing table Duane got me for my birthday isn’t. The TV is blessedly silent when I need it to be, but when I’m sewing and like it on, I can watch what I want as quietly as I want.
Writers and sewists alike talk about work spaces a lot. The pictures on Pinterest alone http://pinterest.com/lisaannebrown/sewing-room-ideas/ and http://pinterest.com/search/?q=home+office+ideas are amazing and discouraging at one time. I don’t have a decorator’s eye, so my room will probably remain…what was that word I used? Oh, right, a mess. But it will be mine. I’m happy.
This is my first day to work in here. This blog post is the first thing I’ve actually written. It will be interesting to see if this bright space will help me creatively or productively (both areas that have been lacking lately), but even if it doesn’t, I love this space. I may have already mentioned this, but it makes me happy.
Do you have a space of your own? If so, or if you have a really dishy one just in your mind’s eye, tell us about it.