A space of her own is every woman's dream,
so they say. I would have to agree.
I can't complain. I actually do have a sewing room in the house--and a large one at that.
It was built for my mother-in-law. I have no shame. Here is the present state of my collection. Two sets of bunk beds are piled high plus a queen size bed.
But several years after our move to the island, my quilt history/textile history library, research files — not to mention my teaching collection of quilts and quilt ephemera — has long outstripped the space and taken over both guest rooms in the back part of the house as well.
One of the guest rooms. All the quilts get moved when family comes.
They get moved into this small shed above.
So, it's time to build new storage space just for quilts so that the family can have their guest rooms back!
This will be the view down the driveway from the deck of The Quilt Shed.
Machines have replaced buggy-whip makers and ditch diggers
Searching for current electrical lines, not unlike looking for buried coins at the beach.
The electrical line comes out of the house at this corner and goes out to the pump house.
Bill Lewis instructs the digger to go down 24 inches.
Where the line to the well comes out from the house, hand digging takes place so as to not damage the line.
A sharp turn is required as the digging heads up the hill.
The tree roots and salal roots take such a beating but once things settle down, they will grow back.
Rather looks like the Big Guy lost its false teeth!
Stay tuned for the next phase!
Meanwhile, happy New Year from all the Gang!
