Upstairs, Downstairs

Before Middle Sister and Daddio had their surgeries, the backs of my legs were killing me from running up and down the stairs for the past two weeks sorting out my two craft rooms. Stopping to play  nursemaid for a few days has almost been a relief. This space is my upstairs room, the former teeny tiny workspace that drove me almost to a breakdown over the winter. Now it is comfy-cozy with a vintage chair Daughter left behind and plenty of room to store all my fibery goodness. It is an antidote for stressful situations-a quiet corner to hide away in. No TV in it anymore-just me and NPR or Audible.com.

 My room downstairs is much larger. Daughter left me three shelving units. One even has glass doors so things can be locked away from the naughty kitties who have a weird obsession with not only wool and yarn but with needles, ribbons and spools of thread. Crazy arse cats.

On the other side of the room is a very large table left here years ago by #1 Son. If it weren't for my kids, I wouldn't have any furniture at all, it seems. I have already put this space to good use putting on bindings for Daddio. As soon as these are done, I am getting to work on a new apron. When you are splitting your time between two different spaces that are on two different floors, you can't have enough pockets to store things as you shuttle back and forth. That's not a complaint because at the moment, I am in crafting heaven.