Thank you for coming back.
You saw the attic yesterday, right?
You saw the boxes, the papers, the cots,
In our original plans for the house we wanted to raise the roof. We wanted to make a Master bedroom suite, with a bathroom and a walk in wardrobe. To decorate it with cool cream and have a chaise longue and plain linen blinds. Lovely. But it isn't going to happen. I'm not likely to get the full time job we planned on having. I don't think we'd get the planning permission and I'm not sure I could cope with the mess, the men, the all-pervading dust that would inevitably be everywhere and for ever.
Dreams are lovely, but they are not immutable. Not fixed. Open to adaptation.
So I have adapted. I have changed. I have got a new dream. And this one is doable. This one might just work. This one is for me.
I found this blog; It's me, Sarah. and her excellent craft room pages. And I looked and looked. I found another blog and another and another.
My dreams are white walls; a red dresser to hold the china and my haberdashery, a check-covered table with sewing machine and space to create. perhaps even a vinyl sticker with a quote to remind me to play, breathe and be.
A crochet-covered armchair with my knitting in a basket next to it.
Baskets of wool waiting to be used; fabric neatly stored on shelves painted apple green.
|From Craftaholics anonymous|
By next year this will be my window on the world. This will be my haven.