Since I so enjoyed showing you my updated sewing spot, I thought I'd share my mother's sewing corner at her barn. Some of you may even recall a few years back when she had claimed the area plumbed for a future bathroom, as her sewing room. Here's that post in case you missed it. This past summer a toilet was installed, and she had to squeeze her collections of bits, bobs, and haberdashery back into the studio. It worked out just fine, if not a little cozy.
These vintage soda pop crates make a perfect hutch with a spare board on top. The table is an old Hoosier enamel counter on top of IKEA sawhorses and covered in oil cloth. I'm sure the minimalists out there are wincing, but there is truly a spot for everything. Baskets, tins, and jars keep it all sorted. I've been known to get lost lifting lids to peek in, fondling velvet trims, and sifting through buttons.
My daughter often comes with me for studio time. The record player is out and ready for those dates. Together we listen to a combination of children stories from the early 80's (on good ol' 33's) all the way back to the original 45's and 78's that my grandmother played in her nursery school during the 50's and 60's! These are the very same recordings that I listened to when I was her age. My daughter hasn't done any machine sewing, except for in my lap or "driving" the pedal. When she's ready... we'll be coming right here, since that Kenmore is the one I learned on with small hands! We'll put on a record, and it will be quite romantic. History and traditions. They make me whole.