Monday, September 2, 2019

"My Room" Part 2

Hello, Dear Ones! Thank you for coming back to see part 2 of "My Room".
 This is the area I showed you last - where I sew.
Here is the other side of this small room. The little hutch that belonged to my little mother, my grandmother's Singer sewing machine and file cabinet with a TV on top. 
 This is my view as I sew. I can watch TV and I do sometimes.
The old Singer belonged to my grandmother who made lots of doll clothes on it for my dolls. It has a crocheted runner on top that I made a thousand years ago and a little milk glass lamp that was my mothers. There is a picture of my little mother and me sitting there too. The file cabinet has pretty fronts on the drawers that I modge podged up. The drawers have fabric in them.Then the big black box!
Above the old Singer are these sweet hand painted plates - again they belonged to my little mother. She had a neighbor who was an excellent porcelain painter and she painted these. I cherish them.
 A close up of the milk glass lamp, my crocheted runner and my little mother and me with roses Mr. Precious gave us for Mother's Day one year. She's been in heaven since 2014 and I still miss her!
 On the wall to the right of the TV are more cross stitch pieces - little scriptures. Love my stitches.
 Okay, here we are back to the other side of the room so I can show you the rest of this space.
 Mr. Precious bought me this little baker's rack and it fits perfectly on the tiny little wall area. The room is really not a box shape because where the door is, to the right, is angled so the wall and corner are cut off a bit. You can see the closet in here isn't very big either. Another reason I have to be organized.
Okie Doke! Over my baker's rack is a little stitcher's prayer. Need I say I love it? :)
 I'll show you what's on my shelves. Little olden lamps, tray and some sewing books with a piece of crochet - a work in progress.
 Sewing things. The little vase was given to my parents when I was born from my grandparents. I love it. The little mice are pin cushions I've made along with the round pin cushen on the front. See the little thread and pin holder? A friend made that for me.
 These little plastic containers are where I keep my cross stitch floss.
I have a lot, did I say I have a lot? of cross stitch patterns. I just can't get rid of them so I take them out of their plastic sleeves and poke holes in them and keep them in these three ring binders. Being a pianist for so many years, I kept music in these binders, but since I'm retired now I removed the music and poked in cross stitch patterns. I have my patterns organized into groups by designers or seasonal. Will I ever stitch every pattern I have? Probably not but I'm prepared! :)
The messy bottom shelf - decorating books and in the cloth basket are cards, cards, cards all waiting for me to write and send.
 Okay...grab your Kleenex!! Really, I mean it! You're going to need it! I've told you when we bought this house we intentionally downsized. If you remember I had three miniature doll houses. We got rid of two and I only moved one with me to Texas. Here it goes - we just don't have room for it! Gasp! Cry! No, we don't have room for it. It won't fit in my small sewing room here and we don't have any other place for it. I thought I might keep it in the living room on the half wall but it just didn't look good and was too close to the kitchen where steam and stuff could ruin my furniture. So...cry, sniff, blow my tiny mother's little hutch has become my dollhouse. Yep.
 Pitiful! Just pitiful! I just poked some furniture in there for now. I haven't even had the heart to fix  up the insides yet. Maybe the urge will hit me later but I've had a hard time even looking at it.
 Oh, this is so sad! Lola is just a mess! She is very disappointed that she doesn't have a real house but that's not the worst of it! Tang, her cat, didn't make it to Texas! No, he didn't! We don't know what happened if he ran away in New York or when we got to Texas but he's not here! We've looked and looked. She is just inconsolable. Pray for Lola, poor thing.
 The angels weep for Lola, Tang, me and dollhouses that are NO MORE.
Well, blow your nose and I'll wind this up. This is "My Room". It's small but you know what? I love it. When I get busy working on something in here it really gets messy. But since I have a place for everything it's pretty easy to get it back together.
If you've made it this far - thank you - and I hope you've enjoyed seeing "My Room". Later I'll share with you what's under the table skirts and my closet. Hope you're having a great week.

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Don't Cry Out Loud

Baby cried the day the circus came to town

'cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down
They left behind her dreams among the litter
The different kind of love she thought she'd found
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter
But baby can't be broken 'cause you see
She had the finest teacher-that was me-I told 'er

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all 
~ sung by Melissa Manchester