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Where does the time go?

I know, I know.  You all are thinking where the heck have you been?  There hasn't been a single post on the blog since late March.  I'm sorry but I was busy.  It was a rough few months there, the end of school meant my baby graduating from high school and the summer has kind of been a whirlwind.  But if I'm not blogging you can find me in one of 3 places...work :-(  the fabric store or in the sewing room.  
Yep that's right the sewing room not just the kitchen table a whole room just for sewing.

Here is a peek into it.  A place for everything and everything in it's place.  Ok that last part might be a bit of a stretch but you get the point.
 Let me tell you how this all came about.  Dreaming and scheming. Yep dreaming of a better place to sew without having to put everything away for dinner or running the risk of something being spilled on a project.  Both of which have happened. And scheming a way to try and turn an old feed shed into a quilting cabin.  
The dreaming has been going on for a few years really.  Since Stephen and I moved in to our home and I didn't have anywhere to set up my sewing stuff.  
In our tiny house even though it was small everywhere it had a huge laundry room that allowed for plenty of room for a table and sewing machine.  Ya know, no room for the family but tons of room for dirty laundry and a sewing machine ☺ so when we got a bigger home that lots of room for the family it had a small laundry room and no space for projects. 

The scheming started after visiting with dear friend and she was having the same "kitchen table sewing area problem and her fabric got juice on it.  I suggested maybe using the old feed shed.  The 2 problems would be talking Britt into letting us move all her animal stuff out & talking our husbands into finishing the inside so we could heat and cool it.  

I mentioned to my hubs and well it was not well received.  I had visited with my mil about it and she instantly suggested we turn the spare room at her house into a sewing room.  She had been looking for something to keep her busy since retiring.  It kind of snowballed from there there and we've spent tons of time in the sewing room since. 

If you need me you you can find me at the sewing machine at her house working on my next big idea ☺
It is super fun to be able to sit down and work on something without having to worry about something getting lost or ruined in the shuffle.  It's also quite funny that every time someone new comes to visit while we're in the sewing room they can't help but feel that crazy urge to sew something.  3 out of 4 of our daughters have started quilts of their own and Val & Britt have finished their firsts tops on their own. 

We even started a Facebook page to maybe help us make a little money by making and selling the quilts we finish.  Please look for us

Twisted chicks quilts

You never know there might be something you can't live without on there.  (And Christmas is closer than you think)

It's been a blast and I can't wait to see what all comes out of the awesome sewing space we share. 

Below are a few of the things I've finished up since having a sewing place

Have a great week & thanks for reading

 always
tammyc

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