It doesn’t matter. I get to spend time with my family again.
Have sewing machine, will quilt.
It doesn’t matter. My old friends are nearby. Although I’ll never forget all the friends I’ve made elsewhere!
Looks like I’ve got a reason to make a window quilt now!
It doesn’t matter. I now have quilt shops close by. No more driving an hour to find even MORE fabric!
Hmmmm…..however, hubby is going to have a heart attack when he sees how much fabric I actually have. It was all so well hidden before! and lord help me, look at that gawd-awful paneling. Thought that went out in the 60’s!
It doesn’t matter. I’m grateful, happy and blessed to be home again.
PLUS, my room is bigger, which means I can take my frame from 9′ to 14′ if I so choose. Oh, happy day! And yes, those boxes are full of sewing room stuff. Thirty-one total boxes were packed – more than any other room in the house!
I’ll cut fabric on the floor. Don’t care. Doesn’t bother me.
It’ll eventually get cabinets and a cutting table – although they’ll ALL be moveable. But not nearly as fancy or expensive as before. I will never make the mistake of built-ins again. You never know what the future holds….
It doesn’t matter where you quilt or what your sewing room looks like. It’s not fancy that makes a quilt. It’s all heart. And heart doesn’t care about how great your room looks. It cares about how much love you put into your quilting.
Me? I’m just happy to be home again.