That room that has at least two dozen names, one for every mood, it would seem, has once again been altered. We finally put the kiddos into a bunk bed, leaving us with a twin bed that needed a home. I was all for storing it in the shop at first, but my more practical other-half, the Farmboy, convinced me to move it to my already over-crowded work room.
Which in turn, forced me to sort, re-organize, and generally work some serious squeezing magic with all of my STUFF.
It works. It really does, and I'm glad the Farmboy is so convincing when he sets his mind to something. And that I'm pretty good at sorting and squeezing the most use out of my space. We make a good team.
How would you like to sleep here (quilt by my big Sister, granny squares by my Grandma, sampler wall by Me)?
Your last glimpse of my sampler was was here. I predict that it will be completely full by this time next year.
The other side of the room has changed slightly, now holding all of my small designs and that little printer that works overtime.