It's Sew Perfect

Cue the choirs of angels... My sewing room is ready!

This is one of those sweet rewards of being a farm wife. Things like sewing and canning may sound antiquated and boring, but I happen to enjoy both. And since both fit so neatly under my job title of farm wife, I can get away with doing both during those 9-5 hours of the day when I need to look productive so my husband doesn't fire me and send me back to a real job.

While lots of men would rather have trophy wives who spend the day exercising and tanning (though I'm sure my husband wouldn't dispute either one), my farmer is quite proud of having a wife who can do some of those old-timey type things that his friends' wives may not necessarily know how to do. This means I get to sew to my heart's content.

I talked my husband into sparing me an office at the farm. When one of his workers moved out of this space, I snatched it up before anyone else knew what happened.

If you look under my sewing table, you'll see that I even have a little bed for Banjo, my Chihuahua. I tried desperately to get him to lay in it while I took the picture to prove to you that he is such a sweet little pup who loves his mama and her new sewing room. But the twerp wouldn't do it. After 5 minutes of trying and several pictures with black furry blurs at the bottom (trying to escape) I gave up. He would rather lay on the dirty fleece jacket laying in a corner in my husband's office. Nice. What a brat.

It took me weeks to get my sewing room together because I just couldn't find the right cabinet to accommodate all of my supplies (most of which are fabric scraps and sewing tools I stole from my mom's sewing cabinet when she wasn't looking). I finally settled on this cabinet, which is already overloaded with my crap.

When you open the door, you may see chaos. I hear choirs of angels singing the "Hallelujah" chorus. This is my own little treasure chest. Yes, it may be a bit chaotic but I've always run my life by the method of organized chaos. (Don't listen to anyone who may tell you otherwise on the organized part of that).

I did some antiquing to find a few things to make my sewing room a little more homey. I came across this cool old Singer sewing machine and its orignial wooden case. Let me tell you, that sucker is heavy. But it's electric and believe it or not still runs.

Meet Dottie: The leaning tower of wrought iron.

We'll just say she is well-endowed and a little top heavy. So much so that her little iron base isn't enough to handle all of the woman that she is. She stripped the screws and now leans forward. But thanks to a little enginuity and lots of ribbon I was able to rig her up to stand upright. I just won't show you the ugly mess I've got going on at the base of her stand to make this happen.

But Dottie still does a good job playing the part of dress form and modeling my retro aprons that I make. I may not have told you but I'm starting an apron empire. I plan to get rich doing it. So far, I'm kind of off to a slow start. I have only finished one apron in about three weeks. And the saddest part is the pattern says it's a "one hour" apron.

My excuse is that I didn't have a fully operational sewing room. Sure I had a sewing machine and a table, but I needed ambience to get things done.

So I added a couch and a flatscreen TV. Now I'm ready to rock and roll.

I scored this cool old wicker loveseat at a local flea market. I can honestly say it is one of the most comfortable things I have ever rested my derriere on. That could also explain why I've only gotten one apron done.

My husband won't let me display pictures of us in our house. He says it's vain. So the first chance I got, I hung this giant 20x30 picture of myself in my new sewing room. I'll show him vain.

You may now kiss the Bride!

Isn't my husband so handsome?