I'm really getting into this sewing room project, and it's all in my head. Someday some shrink will tell me that this habit of mine of jumping into hobbies or projects is the manic side of manic depression or something but I don't care. It's not like I blow tons of money on them or anything.
I told Tom to figure out where he wants to put the playroom in the basement and then I'll find my corner and have him clear his stuff out of it. I want to put paneling on the walls (nothing sturdy, just nail some 2x4s into the ceiling/floor joists and then screw the paneling into them to cover the cement walls, and then I have an old formica table I can use for a cutting table, and an old laminate kitchen table I could put my sewing machine on. Then I could use the room while I let garage sales and auctions get me my shelves and drawers for material. I like tearing apart old clothes for fabric so I might put a closet rod up in there, too. And I'd hang curtains or shower curtains or something to block off Tom's storage shelves (if I get the corner I have my eye on) and then over time replace them with quilts on curtain hoops.
I think every wife should have a sewing room, even if she doesn't sew. A few years ago all the talk was about Man Caves, and how men should fill their garages and basements with neon beer signs, pool tables, and flat screen TVs. But what about the women? Whether it's scrapbooking, sewing, collecting teddy bears, whatever the hobby, a woman needs a room to sit quietly in. And no, floral curtains in the living room do not mean she already has her own room, not as long as you're going to go tramping through and eating Fritos on the sofa!
My grandma used to have a sewing room. it was this tiny little walk-in closet off the bathroom but it was where her fabric could sit undisturbed and no grandkids would stomp on the pedal of her sewing machine or unwind her thread spools. I envy her that little room. I hope to get one myself here very soon.