Trashing the sewing room

My husband’s desk now sits just outside the door of what is my sewing room.

The poor man.

It just pains him to have to look in the door.


I guess I can’t blame him.


My floor is just covered with a million of those crazy little dog ears trimmed off of radiant stars.  I’m not sure what the deal is with the random shoe and flip-flop.

Anyone want to come help me recover my sewing room?

Yeah.  Didn’t think so.


  1. Deb says:

    My friend Sandra would love to, but I don’t think I could get her all the way to Iowa…

    And as far as I’m concerned that looks like a well used room. That seems better to me than a room that looks like no one is ever in it.

  2. Sherri G in Kentucky says:

    Wow, yours looks worse than mine. Wait, maybe it’s just that I’m used to my mess! LOL

  3. Liz A. says:

    Gee, looks familiar. Mine looks like that but I think my piles are taller. I’ll come help clean yours if you’ll come help clean mine!

  4. Sue says:

    My husband just closes the door to my sewing room whenever he walks by…I think he’s afraid something will reach out and pull him in, and he’ll be trapped in fabric hell.

    I think my messy room is a reflection of my busy (and creative?) mind…yup, that’s what I think alright!

  5. Kathy W. says:

    Well, that would explain why I don’t feel very creative. My space doesn’t look ANYTHING like yours does. I have an absolute obsession with cleaning up my sewing space when I’m done; apparently I clean out my brain at the same time.

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