Just inside the door, to the right, is the closet where the rest of the stash lives. This closet is very deep to the left. There is a lot of stuff in there. The closet didn't have a door on it, so I made a curtain out of an antique sheet with beautiful tatting across the top edge. The little plaque says, "when life gives you scraps, make quilts"—a long ago gift from my friend Muriel when I first started quilting.
Here's my work table. It is counter height, so it's very comfortable to stand and work or cut on. The flannel-covered board has current projects as well as that mandala piece that didn't work for a piece I made years ago, but I like it so well I keep it out, hoping I will figure out something great to do with it. I thought about making it into a clock. It has 12 points. The crow is my journal quilt, which I am not supposed to show on my blog or web site. Forget you saw it. You can only see part of it, anyway, so I don't think this counts. The gray thing on the right is my lightbox. My favorite tool. I use it constantly. I bought it at a yard sale. What a find.
And in this drawer—oh wait—I wasn't planning to show that. Avert your eyes. Move along.
Ray came up to admire the cleaned up room and suggested he take my picture. Then he made me a tall, cold drink. What a guy.