IKEA Hack – Wardrobe to Sewing Room

FACT. I’m thrilled about our little one whose arrival can’t come quickly enough.

FACT. I already love our little one more than sewing.

FACT. Our house is small. Just under 1,000 square feet, two bedrooms.

FACT. One ENTIRE bedroom, is filled to the brim with my sewing/crafting stuff. Machine(s), glue, fabric, thread, paper, scissors, notions, pins, stickers, gift wrap, patterns, on & on & on & on.

FACT. Small children whom you love should not co-exist among such chaos. They bring their own baby-friendly chaos.

FACT. I need to sew.

FACT. My husband is the bomb diggity.

FACT. He turned this discontinued HEMNES wardrobe from IKEA into a lovely, totally functional sewing closet.

FACT. I’m not mourning the loss of an entire sewing room…cause look at this thing!

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Matt added a pull out table (which a chair fits perfectly under) and drop down desk to fill the gap behind, so I never have to unplug-replug things, and there is space to spread out. 
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Matt also added a shelf for our printer. That printer gets a lot of use. I print several recipes a week, not to mention the odd pattern, photo or receipt. I was bound and determined to have our printer set up so it was ready to go…always. He left a small gap behind the shelf for the cord to drop down, and drilled a hole at the base for an extension cord to seamlessly connect everything.

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The side shelves have plenty of room for the essentials and then-some.

016FACT. Yes, I’ll have to use the kitchen table to cut out those big projects.

FACT. Big freaking deal. I’m blessed to have a kitchen table to use and blessed to be starting a family.

FACT. Getting rid of things and keeping only what you actually need feels fantastic .

FACT. Gideon appreciated the fabric purge…if only for a few moments.
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I think I can…

I know this could be awesome. I’ve got a pile of projects waiting to be…well serged. But dammit I can’t even thread the thing.

IMG_5776Honestly…I’m not really sure how it was even created in the first place. It almost seems mistakenly put together. I imagine a bunch of people in lab coats and protective goggles standing around: “Well folks, I don’t think we can get this thing…oh wait!…Ok yes, we got it working…does anyone know how we did that?”

Besides all the hemming and altering of clothes I currently own, here are two projects that I can’t wait to get going on:

This absolutely adorable jersey bubble skirt – I can already see my niece running around in this. Bubble1 These fabric napkins must be in my hands as soon as possible. The pop of color and lovely slub linen are just too perfect for me. I think they’d make great Christmas gifts. Napkins

Sigh. I’ve got a serger. One that I can tell is awesome. Lent to me by a lovely women. Now…to thread it.

Sew Thankful.

My sewing machine is jamming up. Ugh. It might be because I’ve been sewing my face off lately. That’s a weird expression but it seems appropriate. I’ve been making new clutches and selling orders by the boat load. I’m so, so grateful for the business. Even though I spend almost every moment of free time sewing and shopping for things to sew, I’m never unhappy. It feels so great to be busy. All I can think about is sewing. It’s starting to take its toll on me. I’ve got callused fingers, pedal foot cramping, wonky eyesight after staring at the tiny stitches for too long and my appearance is in a state of disarray – highlighted by dozens of stray threads all over my clothes and belongings.

But now that my machine is freaking out at me, I’ve had to just sit here. Not sewing. It’s weird. I’ve done everything I can feasibly think of to do to fix it. I’ve got tons of jewelry to make so it’s not like I’m wanting for things to do. But you know, instead of sewing I’ll sit down and write about sewing.

It’s been a while since I posted about my sewing projects. Here’s some recent stuff:

I’ve had a lot of fun experimenting with new fabrics, textures and shapes. Someone recently told me that sewing was my “art”. I said, “No..no! I just make bags and stuff.” But after some convincing, I think they’re right. I used to sculpt, paint and draw quite a bit when I was younger. I loved it. I put charcoal to paper and created something from almost nothing.  Something with expression and meaning. While bags don’t have the same “soul factor” as I’ll call it, it’s still a form of artistic expression. A yard of fabric, with a few cuts, folds and hems, becomes something functional and darn adorable.

I even find myself going through the same stress as I did with my drawing and painting. Painstakingly evaluating, erasing, adding, straightening, and perfecting what I’ve done. So while it may seem like just a little bag, it’s a bag that this lady spent a lot of time figuring out how to make. A bag that I personally developed, approved and created. So you know what, I’ll stop telling myself that I just make bags. From now on, I’m a designer, creator and pretty darn good sewer. That’s something I should be proud of. I’m so blessed to have the ability/resources to express myself in this way. Thanks to all you who have been so supportive!

Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow y’all! I hope, whatever your circumstances, that you’re able to spend a few moments recognizing the gifts in your life. Don’t let the hoopla of Black Friday detract from the beauty of being thankful for what you already have.

{Update}

After much troubleshooting, the problem with my machine was determined. It wasn’t threaded correctly. Ha! (Any sewer will laugh at this). I obviously needed a break for a while. What was worse was my husband watching me while I discovered what the problem was. I tried to pretend like I hadn’t discovered it (it’s so simple and obvious it’s embarrassing)…but he caught on. He was gracious and said nothing, only smiled.