My Own Room...

So this is the view from the new doorway Don built. 

I'm never alone because of the bunnies on top of the chest.  The chests are matching, One without doors and one with doors that never close.

The doors that should be on the cabinet kind of lean against the wall and hold the project in progress.

While it may look like junk to some, they're treasures to me.  Boxes of thread, fabric that was a gift last Christmas, Cloth napkins, placemats, napkin rings, and quilts.

Spool racks from my son.  I'd like to tell you I only use the best of thread.  But truthfully, I use what is available in town. Bobbins, Spools, Trinkets on the bottom row. A gingham paper napkin, gift tags from friends, a patchwork heart., a necklace Don gave me in High School, a card of buttons all have their spot. 

Here's where I cut fabric.  It's a second hand kitchen counter top.  Behind the curtains are shelves for storage.

At the other end of the counter, are pictures from Chelsey's baby's room that I couldn't pack away.  A cross-stitched birth sampler and a framed birthday card from my mom.  If you drew a caricature of Chelsey-- that would be the picture.  The gray bunny is a project Chelsey and I  did together.  It's filled with rice.  Chelsey made a brown one.  The only way she would learn is to do it herself. I'd so a piece of mine, and she'd copy it making her own.

Proof that this is still Chelsey's room.  This is her Bulletin Board-- With Quilt blocks she's made and a blue jean pocket from her dad's jeans.

I have a bulletin board-- Gifts, patterns, empty flower seeds packets and special birthday cards...

There you have it.

Gratitudes:

Bulletin Boards

snow boots

macaroni & cheese