This was once a pretty pitiful looking old sewing table that my aunt found in the garage of her lake house. You'll have to take my word for it regarding its previous condition, because I forgot to get a before shot. My dad worked his carpentry magic on it. (I helped a little). And now, it is a beautiful piece that fits perfectly in my tiny hall and provides a place for me to display and store a bit of my quilting.
I have indeed been doing more quilting... well, I did before Christmas. I'll share the results with you soon.
1 comment:
this is totally random, but last night I dreamed that Jon stole my trombone (I had this dream twice last night in two different settings) - both times I called the police.
Nice sew spot, btw.
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