Hello to you, did you have a nice weekend? Sunday was 'family' day, and with the sunshine beaming upon us we all kitted up in our cycling gear and went for a spin around the waterfront cycleway, stopping once for a play in the park and again for some well-earnt fish and chippies! Yummo!
Today I am surrounded by scraps of fabric, shards of lace and tulle, wayward buttons and an overwhelming desire for a creative space that is not shared with the children's rice bubbles. Ok, I know
Peter Alexander started his business on the kitchen table, but let me tell you the novelty wears out real quick! Ours is but a humble three bedroom home and those kiddies of mine insist on sleeping in their own space. Downstairs we have a largish 'rumpus' room that will one day be magically transformed into a fourth bedroom with separate little sewing nook... but it is currently unloved, uncleaned, and currently a holding bay for all our outgrown and unwanted household items, home to the odd little field mouse (gross gross gross) and altogether not a place I can see myself being creative in. Sigh. One day........
I dream about having my own little space. For me and my sewing machine. And all my bits and pieces. Old buttons and rolls of ribbon thoughtfully stored in little jars on open shelves. Inspirational artwork and beautiful fabrics adorning the walls. Soft pinks and lemons and aquas and greens. White furniture. A bit like these gorgeous little morsels; my dream illustrated in the following amazing images. I'm filing them all away while I save. And dream. One day, folks!
Do you have your own creative space? What do you love about it? If not and you are dreaming like me, what would
yours look like?
