What I really have to do, one of these days, is take a few photographs of my studio.
Just, not today.
It is a lovely, spacious room, with 5 french doors overlooking our huge, old blackberry tree.
The branches and leavs of the Apricot tree, brush against the windows when the wind blows.
I have imported the lovely pink wallpaper from the UK.
It was incredibly expensive but I love it. It has a calming effect.
The white net curtains are very plain, in contrast with the beautiful curtain poles, curtesy of
The shabby armchairs are the result of one hectic afternoon, years ago, in a flea market, on a very, very hot day.
Much like today.
One for my sewing machines,
One for the computer and for when I sew by hand,
One for cutting and packing.
That one, leaning against the wall, was my husband's desk, way back when,
and when I finally find the time to restore it, it will be my son's desk. It has 9 drawers. Perfect for keeping treasures.
What I really need to do, is be more organized. Put things back in place. Fold fabrics when I am done cutting them. Hide the patterns so that my son does not feel the urge to demonstrate his newly found cutting techniques.
I have to roll the silk ribbons, return the wool to its box, organize the wool in the drawers, so it does not get dusty.
I have to do that.