For about as long as I can remember, I have had the same recurring dream. To be concise, it’s actually more like a snippet of a dream. In my mind’s eye, there is a tiny cottage tucked away in what appears to be someone else’s spacious backyard. The land is grassy, surrounded by brush and some very tall trees.
When I walk through the door of the cottage, there are gauzy curtains blowing in the slight breeze. The sun’s light is diffused as it streams through the small windows. The floor is wooden and looks very old and worn, but beautiful at the same time. The back wall of the tiny space is lined with white wooden bookcases overflowing with craft books. There are several tables; one holds a sewing machine, one is a desk with an odd, antiquated fax machine and the other is a drafting table – the perfect height for standing and cutting fabric.
In my dream, I’m never in the space for very long – just for a moment or two and then I wake up. Exploring the cottage at length is merely left to my feelings and my imagination.
I believe the sweet little cottage represents my dream sewing studio. I feel at peace when I’m inside the tiny space….and I experience such an overwhelming feeling of the potential for creativity.
For the time being, I’m content sewing and writing in my basement studio at home. It’s warm, cozy and fully equipped with everything that I need. I’m extremely grateful for my work space. But, I admit that I eagerly await the day that I find my dream studio – a place that will be entirely my own and dedicated to quilting and sewing and writing and creating. It will be so very lovely; a dream come true.