I feel I need to apologize for my absence lately. When I’m not pulling my hair out trying to customize WordPress themes (seriously, I hate WordPress at this point in my life. Just FYI…), I’ve been diligently sorting through STUFF, leading mass immigrations of toys, and leaving randomly scrawled lists of “furniture needs” in my wake.
I now have an exclusive sewing room (for the first time in my married life!) and a dedicated play room, and the two are independent of each other! You cannot imagine my relief simply knowing I can walk into my sewing room and sit down to sew without having to blaze a trail through protected Lego habitats first 😉
You see, I’ve been hired to teach a sewing class. I am still in ecstatic disbelief over it. A month ago I sat staring at an email, randomly sent to everyone in my neighborhood. “Does anyone teach or know of anyone who can teach sewing lessons for my two daughters?”
I’m not even embarrassed to say that five minutes hadn’t even passed before I replied to that e-mail!
“I know how to sew and would love to teach a class!”
So here I am. One afternoon a week four little girls show up on my doorstep, sewing machines in tow, and we spend an hour laughing, measuring, cutting, and stitching. I will share more of our class details later, but suffice it to say we are having a blast, and I am finally in my element, both in having a dedicated sewing room and in sharing one of my beloved passions with some very enthusiastic students!
Thus, my sewing room was the first organization project I tackled. It is still far from finished, and I have a long list of oddities I “require” to perfect my little studio. Things like a stand-up table for my own machines, a rolling kitchen island to mount my ironing board to, and a clothes rack for hanging projects in-progress (something besides the lamp!).
A dear friend snatched a treasure from a yard sale for $10. She had no idea I was stressing over where I was going to find a table for sewing lessons! She also has no idea how often I walk into the room simply to admire the details in this table. I truly can’t get over how gorgeous it is and that it’s in my house. It’s so pretty, it actually seems out of place!
There was never a more perfect marriage between a Parisian parquet floor and an Old English pub table. I have far more ambitious plans for this table, but for the time being it will reside here and become part of the childhood memories of some special little girls.
I mentioned my latest venture to my beloved next door neighbor, and she promptly insisted I accept her sewing machine which has been sitting in a closet since its purchase several years ago! So Missy now has her own machine that doubles as a classroom machine when she’s not attempting to make stuffed teddy bears.
God has literally showered me with blessings in the past month, and I am just shaking my head in awe as I take baby steps through each door He sets in front of me.
I don’t know where this will take me, and I’m trying not to let my imagination run too far ahead as I bask in the joy of doing something I love. I haven’t felt much of that in the past couple of years as I’ve wondered, in the middle of school struggles and soccer schedules, what God has planned for me in this crazy life. I’ve been living at peace these past few weeks, finally feeling that I do have something of value to share.