
I've recently rearranged the living room into a configuration I never thought I would do. I am no longer a kitchen table sewer. My sewing machine now has a permanent home in the corner of the living room. No more do I have to put a project away when it's time to eat dinner. No more do I have to heft my 50 lb. vintage pfaff up to the table top. I've only had time to nip in for a quick sew here, and a quick hem there- we've been spending far too much time at the beach. From what I can tell though, I enjoy living room sewing, although I'm in desperate need of a night time lamp near by.
luv your style, em!
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