a room of my own

at long last: the studio.  that room of my own.

with a heart all it's own

with lots of bookshelves for art display and books ofcourse

and a mantle

  for an ever-changing inspiration board

and walls to hang up all that i've been working on

 and a beautiful view

and all my thrift store finds that don't quite go with the rest of the house

it's hard to believe it's almost done and that i can finally spend some quality time here with some sense of order after sitting on my bed to sew all these months or fill the dining room table with my sewing machine and fabrics. 

i hadn't wanted to tell you that this room and all the bottom floor flooded with an inch of water two days before x-mas.  so i waited, aired it out, and gave it time to heal.

it seems it has now forgotten, as i have,

how close it came to danger.

and for that 

an ode & a song