My sewing room, my living room, even the bedroom has a pile of fabric to be ironed.. With my tendonitis I can sew, I can buy fabric, I can wash fabric, I can play with fabric, I can even cut it, but I can't iron it...
And a very silly me decided that my dear old artista 165 gets to keep her spot on the sewing table in the sewing room and have set up my darling baby Bernie on the dining/living room table... With the result that fabric and thread and all bits that go with them, have once again taken over my whole apartment... There's a nice and comfortable chair out on the balcony that's not covered with a pile of fabric or a WIP and its accessories... But just a little cold out there right now...