Welcome to my new sewing room! It’s my favorite room in the house: this is where the magic happens. Out of all the rooms, this one has taken the most tweaking to get it just how I like it. It’s a never-ending process, but I love where it’s at right now so it’s time for a tour!
This post is quite the throwback for me. Hello old apartment! Hello old sewing machine! It’s good to see you again.
A common question I get from visitors to my sewing room is: what is the meaning of INDEPENDENCY?
The story begins, as you might expect, with little Sam finding her independence. I had lived with my parents for a year after starting my full-time job, and I had saved up a good chunk of money: it was time to find my own place. I did some Craigslist research and began apartment hunting.
One of the places I visited was a condo belonging to a woman in her mid-thirties. I quickly realized it wasn’t right for me: it was on the ground floor with a giant sliding glass door in the back, so I knew I wouldn’t feel safe enough by myself. But she and her father walked me through, and I made mental notes to fine-tune what I was looking for in a place of my own.
While the place wasn’t quite right, they were an incredibly kind family and her father was absolutely charming. He was an older man of Middle Eastern descent and spoke with an accent. He was so proud of me, this little bird finally leaving the nest. They both told me, “call us if you ever need anything! Even if you don’t take this apartment! We live right nearby, call us any time.”
And, as we made our separate ways, the old man wished me good luck, and said, “You’ll have a new flag on your head!”
I cocked my head, puzzled.
“You’ll have a new flag on your head!” he repeated, and mimed a flag pole rising from the crown of his head.
“A flag of Independency!”
I drove home grinning. I didn’t know what it meant to have a new flag on my head, but I knew he was right. Moving out, finding my first solo apartment: this was a big step in my life. And it felt so good to have someone agree, saying “yes, it’s true, this is a big deal!”
So I made a goal: once I found my apartment, I would sew myself a flag to celebrate. My new flag: a flag of Independency.
I found my beloved apartment, I set up my sewing room (sewing room tour 2014, sewing room tour 2015), and I made my celebration flag. I used wool, vintage pennant-style. I made a template for the letters in Illustrator to get the right angles and sizing. I used Heat-n-Bond to fuse the letters – one of these photos shows how I ruined my (old, decrepit) ironing board cover in the process! I then sewed around each letter, and used the same gold wool to bind the edges of the triangle.
In my new House, the flag still has a place of honor in the sewing room, reminding me of that special time and honoring all the other new flags I continue to acquire.
Happy New Year! Can’t wait to see what flags 2018 has in store.
Meet House. That’s my house’s name. I bought it a year ago, and after a lot of major updates and maintenance work, it’s finally feeling like the wonderful haven that it is.
As a brief introduction, I wanted to share a few of my favorite corners. Decorating the house as a whole is a slow, methodical process – House will never be “done” – but it’s fun to have a few corners that feel just right.
My kitchen is bright, with lots of yellow gadgets and supplies – and, of course, lemon-shaped things.
My dining room hutch houses my around-the-world beer glass collection, and the top holds an assortment of treasures: Hornsea cream and sugar vessels from a UK boot sale; my vintage Nähkaste (sewing box) from Hamburg; and the incredible Disneyland It’s a Small World trashcan salt/pepper shaker.
My bedroom has an awkward vent that ends halfway up the wall, but I added a wooden board to transform it into a deliberate shelf for displaying happy things (and catching my never-ending pile of hairties).
Of course, my (new!!) sewing machine lives in one of the happiest corners, replete with a window and old-lady lace curtains.
So far home ownership is all about the little things, like the gray sewing room walls I’ve always wanted or the late-night picture hanging without worrying about waking the neighbors.
Do you have any favorite corners in your home? Happy collections or cozy reading nooks?