Sewing Machine

So, as I do with everything I purchase, I stalked it for a while until both sides of my brain were aligned and I felt comfortable enough bringing it into my house. I tend to think that I have many hidden talents which I have yet to discover, this helps convince me to try new things. Sewing would become one of those "talents"; or so I thought.

I ordered the sewing machine online, which was annoying because I am a very "instant gratification" type of guy. I need things NOW or I tend to lose interest. So it would have to be a rush delivery, if I were to buy it at all. Two days later it arrived, I opened the box, put it together, tried it out and one duvet set later, I was done.

The sewing machine has become a randomly added accessory in my living room, which sits just below a beautiful mirror atop a side table. The thought has crossed my mind to sew a small table cloth to disguise it, but until I have an official sewing room, there isn't really much reason to sew. At least this is what I've convinced myself of; since my interest in sewing has been temporarily lost.

P.S.

I dust it off regularly!

"Taking things up a notch"

I've begun the transformation of my old drab sleeping quarters and embarked on a new french inspired "Boudoir". I was very fortunate to come across a circa 1920's antique desk (thrift store find). I am all too excited to finally have a place to write and keep my thoughts and inspirations organized, along with falling asleep and waking up in a thoroughly relaxing and tranquil environment.

I can honestly say I feel a sense of peace and wholeness while in my "boudoir" and had I known that all it would take was a couple gallons of paint,combined with some great distressed furniture along with a few picture frames, I would have overhauled my bedroom a LONG time ago.I never go into any design makeover knowing exactly what I want the end result to be. I play it by ear( literally music helps inspire me), by sight ( it needs to speak to me visually) and by constant thought. For 2 weeks I have lived,breathed and thought about design.

My Goal: French boudoir with a twist,the twist being whatever I feel should be added in the moment, or moments down the road. ( I am VERY patient when it comes to design and will wait in order to find just the right finishing touch!)

In one respect I give design great attention and a lot of thought, dreams (yes I dream about my projects), but on the flip side, all it takes is a little thing like a candelabra to completely make my focus take a left turn; ending up on a whole different highway of design and I LOVE IT. I always build a room in stages, I find it more interesting and rewarding. Don't get me wrong, I have a sketch of how the room should look, or at least a thought of how I could bring it to life.I rarely draw anything out,I actually think it takes longer to sit and sketch, rather than physically moving things around and seeing how they play out in the space.

I am about 75% done with the transformation, I still have to decide on a bed frame, am I really a canopy type of person?, or do I want to stretch out on leather?..ooh that sounds relaxing...

I'm leaning towards a very masculine brown leather frame with hidden storage underneath; in order to ground the room and balance off the softness of some of the choices I've made in terms of bedding and accent pieces.

To be continued...