I’m still waiting for Daddy to finish clearing out his stuff from the “Den” to make it to my sewing room. I have my sewing machine (because I really can’t live without it for more than 48 hours) on my writing desk which is in the dinging room (see photo, on the right, photo taken before I put the sewing machine back in).
See how neat and tidy it is? Daddy’s already moved his painting stuff in there so we can barely eat on the table (Not to mention he’s also done this on his desk & the gaming table in the basement). This is really not cool. I want to work on those projects to get my bristol gown ready for MiRF, but I can’t without a place to work on them. GRRR. I’ve been hand sewing a new doublet, but I’d really like to just wear my new green gown.
Ok, so that’s 1/2 true. I am not really motivated to do it, but I also know how much a nice cleaned up workspace can motivate a person.
Granted, the dining room used to be a disaster area, and I took A LOT of time and effort into cleaning it up and making it look really nice. It’s just infuriating that Daddy was saying that he felt that I was pushing him out with my stuff, and now the tables are turned (literally)… Noooooooo…. *deep cleansing breaths* I’m trying to get a small spot to myself in the house, where I don’t bother anyone else. But I still want my own spot!



