The house that I currently live in is pretty sweet. It's over 100 years old and was built with that Arts and Crafts style, so there is a lot of amazing woodwork trim and these great old radiators. We've got a sweet front porch that extends the whole front of the house, another large balcony that extends the front of the house on the upper level which we can access from our bedroom, and a wonderfully HUGE yard with (when it's not snowy and gray) lots of flowers and beautiful old trees. The kind you can hang a swing off of, or climb if you want to, or string your hammock up on. And basically I love it. When we first walked through it, I told Mr. Skooks (before we had even seen all the rooms), "We HAVE to grab this place!"
I'm telling you all of this to explain why I only got this far on reorganizing my mess of a sewing nook. (Trust me, it will become relevant later on in this post.)
Last week I was feeling all gung-ho about getting my sewing desk put back together (not literally, but things had gotten a little out of hand a few weeks ago and some clean-up needed to be done). I've got this little closet to the left of my sewing desk which is good because it means my supplies have a place to live. What's not good about it is that my desk is kind of in the way of the door being able to open fully, which makes it difficult to access said supplies without moving the entire desk every single time (and which makes it WAY too tempting to just pitch stuff back in there through the small crack when I finish a project . AKA it's kind of a MESS behind that door).
Why not just move the desk? It's practical for the space! You see, I love our house, but space is at a premium. This is the area I could claim for my creative endeavors so I claimed it. But it's not really ideal. Why not hang a curtain in place of the door? Little kids + access to sewing stuffs = DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN. So it is what it is.
Anyway, last week I got Mr. Skooks to install a few shelves above my desk, and I had some plans for acquiring some streamlined and stylish (and also cheap) containers to pull the whole look together. As much as it wasn't going to be the sewing-room-of-my-dreams, it was going to at least be the sewing-corner-of-my-living-room-of-what-I-could-do-at-the-moment . . . er . . . dreams. Or something.
I had to take a break from working on it for a few days because you know . . . work, kids, errands, STUFF. Blah blah blah. I had only gotten this far with things using what I could find around my house.
Then our landlady stopped by. Without going into a long drawn out sob story, I'll just say we were informed that she is being foreclosed on. Which means we have to be out of our house by August 1st. My emotions have been up and down about it for the last few days, but basically what it means for this post is that the little sewing nook is going to stay as is. Hopefully when we move it will be to someplace even more wonderful, with more than 1 bathroom, an extra bedroom for future family growth, and perhaps a sewing room of my very own.
P.S. First time home-buyer advice WELCOME.