My sewing machine, virginal, as yet unnamed, remains in the box. (I was re-siding an apartment building this week; dragging myself and my tools up 30'+ feet of staging for 9 hours a day kind of wore me out). So tomorrow is my day to work on organizing my sewing room and actually sewing. Today was more for groceries/tidying up/ walking the monster/buying pumpkins and maybe possibly spending too much time bumming around the interweb. Whoops.
I've been trying to figure out what would work in there for a cutting/work table. A kitchen table? Yes, but the extra expense doesn't seem worth it (I'm not cheap, really! I just like a challenge). Then I stumbled on this blog, and, sweet relief, why didn't I think of that?? We have a stray door in the basement (that doesn't fit any opening in the house. Someone broke in, and left a door behind? Who knows) and it will be PERFECT. Now, I just need legs. Update, of course, to follow.
But to tide you over (since I know you must be as excited as I am!!), a picture of my tuckered-out pooch.