Changing rooms...

There is a room in my house that has not seen much activity for the last three and a half years.

It's a nice room, with a groovy floor.

And lots of equipment in it that is now redundant.

It used to be the hub of the house, where all of Tom's day to day life took shape. Where I could hoist him into his chair from the couch or the water bed or his standing frame. Where his through-floor lift would take him up into his bedroom. Where he could watch a film, listen to music or play on the computer.

I missed going in that room and so last week, with the help of No2, I moved a table that I had in the garage in there and stationed my sewing machine on it.

Now, I have a room where I can get on with all the quilting projects that are stacking up in my imagination and in various bags around my desk.

I can leave it when I want, without clearing up so we can eat at the table.

I can lay the quilt out on the floor to see how it is coming together, without having to worry about it getting walked on.

And I have a satisfying pile of offcuts that I can let grow until I can be bothered to put in bin!

Changing that room, or should I say using that room, feels good. I feel creative in there. It feels a little bit like my old office at work, where we'd make and plan and create schemes and displays for the store. There is a stereo so I can listen to music, and my day just mooches along nicely.