There's this game of musical rooms that goes on in our house. We moved into our two story, 2400 square foot, four bedroom, two and a half bath home in 1999. Five of us, no pets. We came from a cramped, cinder block, linoleum floored house on a slab in Okinawa, Japan. Our brand new California home seemed like a castle. Heck, it is a castle in comparison.
Oldest son got the largest kids' bedroom. Middle son got the medium sized bedroom, and youngest daughter got the teeniest bedroom. The teeniest bedroom was promptly painted lavendar and lime green, with bright pink curtains and fuzzy accents. Fast forward a few years, and oldest son has graduated and is getting married. He's moved out, and the shift begins. Middle son yearns for the big bedroom. He pleads, he begs, he schemes, and eventually, he gets it. This leaves the medium sized bedroom unoccupied, but tiny girl doesn't care to leave her teeny fluffy bedroom. So, I decide I can at last have my "sewing room." But wait....it's full of all the furniture and junk that oldest son and daughter in law, and middle son don't want. So that idea is put on hold.
Fast forward again a few years. Tiny girl is now in High School and middle son is now in Law School, and oldest son is now someone's daddy, and we have two, count 'em, two vacant bedrooms. Not so tiny girl decides she needs the largest bedroom. Absolutely she does! So we move her and her fuzzy pink life into the largest room, leaving me with the real possibility of a sewing room. I'm afraid to say it out loud for fear of jinxing the whole operation, but yes, the game of musical rooms is about to end.
Thanksgiving break, 2008, and the teeny green and purple room is being transformed. A gallon or two of Ivory Linen is hastily applied, and the room takes on a certain....glow. It's as if the room at last has achieved it's reason for being. It's lone inhabitant, Bernina, is joined by an ironing board, cutting table and a small chest of drawers. Odds and ends of fabric, thread, patterns, buttons and books that have been tucked away in all corners of the house are gathered finally into one room. I can hear their sigh of relief to finally be where they belong. A quilt hangs on the wall with the promise of many more to come.
I have a sewing room....at last.