August 30, 2011
I realized, a few days ago, that eversince a sewing machine joined, my apartment became an atelier, the entire part of it. I see yarn, books, cameras, pieces of fabric everywhere. I pick up something in my bedroom, bring it over and start working on it. I am always so excited at home, that even while at work, I feel like going home.
Below is a photo from last night. I had put out some beads, spangles and needles to finish up a pair of mittens.