Feng Shui. I can't say I've ever believed in it before, but I'm beginning to.
After I found out I was pregnant I began thinking of places to put a crib. While some people are firm believers of sleeping in the same room with their baby, I'm not one of those people. We have two bedrooms in our little apartment, so it's not really a necessity anyway. But as I surveyed our spare room I began to realize there was no room for a crib. Our book shelves and computer desks took up too much space.
So I stewed. Like potatoes and carrots. And when the flavors of ideas had sufficiently steeped the solution fell right into my lap. Switch the rooms. Genius, I know.
One long Thursday Paul and I began the daunting task of sorting, packing, lifting, moving, and organizing until our personal belongings and bed were neatly stashed in the little bedroom and the master bedroom sported its new office look. It all made sense to my little mind, but something felt wrong.
The room with the bed was not my bedroom. It was just a room with bed. I avoided going in to the new office and stationed my laptop in the living room instead. I kept asking myself, "What have I done?"
Then I had my birthday last Sunday, and I received a most beautiful and generous gift from my family.
My own sewing machine. It was love at first sight!
And just like my old dryer, I immediately started dreaming about the adventures we would share.
But most importantly, we would sew! We'd create glorious quilts and pillows and curtains and baby clothes and pot holders and a bushel of fabricy goodness!
There was just one little problem. I had no place to put my beautifully new friend/machine. Fretting ensued. Sorrow followed. Then, I was blessed with a solution to my dilemma. Switch the rooms back! Though not entirely.
We can keep the computer desk across from the door in one corner and a sewing desk can sit beside it. The other side of the room can host our comfy bed and once again resume its role as 'bedroom'. MY 'bedroom'.
The spare and smaller room will be the library/baby room.
This allows prime sewing time while the baby naps without disturbing infant slumber with the whir of the presser foot.
Now, the tricky part. . . convincing Paul.