Few people have seen my sewing space. Maybe it's because I don't have many "real" friends with hobbies. Maybe it's because I'm embarrassed to tell people that I sew; or maybe still it's because I like to sew alone. Whatever the reason, even fewer people have seen my space in the middle of a project.
Yes, this really is how I sew. I want to be one of those people with a perfectly clear sewing area, lots of light, and organized sets of fabric. But I'm not. And I think I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never be *that* person.
I'm the person who has had to stop a project for no other reason than not being able to find it. I am the person who competes for space with bicycles and bicycle parts. The person who hangs her design "wall" over the closet then complains when her husband lifts the wall and knocks off half the blocks.
But I am also a lucky person. I am lucky to have the time and resources to sew when I want. I am lucky to have a husband who will give up his workspace so I can have sewing space. I am lucky to use the start/stop button by choice, not necessity. And I am lucky, as my husband pointed out, to have grown up in a home where creativity was never stifled by the need for organization, tidiness, or a clear workspace.
Although it would be nice to have a place for everything and everything in its place, I'm grateful to my parents for not stifling my creativity in the name of organization.