Well, it is all different now. (that's the old room)
I've put my sewing machines (one sewer, one serger) in the laundry room (also closed in when they changed from carport to study) and stuffed all my fabric in there too. (All the tools had to go onto the porch to make room, but we'll hope that works out better and with less bugs and rodents than Husband worries about.)
Now I have the most beautiful office ever and everything will be perfect once I convince my brain that we don't need to keep rearranging and it is now time to settle in and write.
|See, here is my reading spot -- temporarily taken over by the dogs.|
(Chair found at Haven Hospice Attic thrift store yesterday -- I was so happy!)
|My writing desk with Nostradamus looking over me.|
Don't ask. It's the only painting with a face I've ever gotten at a
garage sale and I really have no idea why I liked it at all.
Sometimes I think he's a spy and is very suspicious of everything I do.
|This is a wide view from the door to show my wall of bookshelves.|
I haven't decided whether I'll use Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress organization.
The smaller, gray bookshelf is all fiction and alphebetized by author.
I haz organization!
I need to figure out photographing small rooms -- older house, bedrooms are all 10x10. These pictures still look cluttered when it really does look beautiful now. Now I have to write things worth a beautiful office of my own.
I think I need to nap now.