Sewing Room part one

 

My Sewing Room/Studio is on the East/South-East of the bogua

The Fortune section of the grid. Colors are suggested as Purple Blue green accent yellow and white.

Using some ideas off the study the realization that having my work station facing the wall has really bothered me for good reasons. The air conditioning unit is on the outside of this wall.

It vibrates. The counter was resonating the sounds and facing it was a real irritating hum of items on the wall.

The clutter was a real issue even though I tried to subdue it.

5-2009

After my first attempts failed me using the fabrics on shelf this was the next effort.

Even though I love the color it was still wrong. I found it too boring and unpleasant. Sewing still was not attractive. The space just did not do it for me. Now this is an awesome room and the efforts were not to stop until success was accomplished.

The print on the wall is called 'solo flight' it is a sad image to me.

Removing all and any thing that gives unpleasant memory is an effort. The image of the 'young girl reading' has always been one of my favorite art master pieces.

 

Color was just not right. Too sedate, the color palate is off.

10-2009

The study bent me into making the effort to turn this room into a comfortable place to work!

This week end we stripped it down and turned it around.

My sweet husband put a lot of effort into it. 

Now this is just for the sewing section so far.

(note the hole in the ironing board cover)

Glue guns must be unplugged! :)

Note the beading on the light fixture.

The unit is securely bolted to the counter top. This is an reused cabinet set. Often they can be found on Craigs list for free. This is the unit we purchased as a desk years ago when monitors were huge. It was for his office. We have moved it around the house a few times.

The wire  of the cabinetry makes it able to be plugged into the wall and then the outlets are placed around the unit. This was basic electrical work.
A new ironing board cover added at $9. so far the only added expense.

Stay tuned for the next installment.

Turning two old ovens into one new one.

Time stopped!
Oh yes it did. 

While redecorating the kitchen wall time dropped from the sky and hit the stove top dead on to corner of the wall clock. It shattered the control panel. After much searching the panel is not only $250+ but is not even made any more. Feeling so sheepish that I would hammer a nail in leaving the clock on the other nail so as not to have to climb up and down a ladder any more than necessary the clock fell off of the nail. Now I knew the clock had broken hands. How that thing did not break the glass I do not know. I did not even realize the stove top shattered until lunch time and the face of it looked strange. Then after looking closer at it oh I realized quite clearly what had happened. I just felt sick about it.

Knowing me as many of you do you understand how beloved this convection oven is to me.

Shattered the integrated control was spent. No way to just remove the glass.

Funny thing is that we really sorta disliked this interface from day one.

Steve searched and searched and then found the same make, year model with the back splash knobs and a touch control without the integrated glass.

I was so sick to think of the loss of my beloved stove.

When we purchased the stove the kids were little and the idea of the burners set back was ideal.

The face however when leaned against would beep or turn on.

Many a time Steve would express disdain over the design.

The other day I wished that the left front burner might be smaller. For the small burner was all the way in the back. Note the new one. The double burner was to the back right on the old one.

Old One

New One

The new one has a double burner on the left front. Perfect!

It has a center warmer, and a simmer control to make precise the temp of the right front.

The old oven had this lower element for the self cleaning feature. We never use self cleaning for household safety reasons. It is just too hot of a technique to use. The lower element was also what made the oven hard to clean. The oven racks are exactly the same! Now I have 5 of them!

The new to me oven had a badly dented handle and the door was damaged.

We simply swapped the doors!

Our old one the exact as the new to me one!  

Look at that new gasket!

It is very apparent that this oven was not used.

 The old door on the new to me oven will need cleaning but it is a real sturdy door. Steve said that the other door broke when he took it out to the garage.

Note how used my old one is the gasket is in pretty bad shape. The oven is pretty dirty too...lol

 

All of the things I did not like about my old one was on the new to me one. 

Amazing thing is that it was only $229. no tax!

So the other funny thing is that the clock on the new oven does NOT work!

The timer does for the kids however.

Now is that just the strangest thing?

All in all the time I spent tormented over the dumb mistake I made...well it turned out to really be a good thing . The old oven was very well used. The new to me one was rarely even turned on I think. 

All the parts were interchangeable and between the old and new to me one well it is all fixed up.

Here I was belittling myself for being such a princess when it looked like I was about to down grade my favorite stove/oven.

I love how well cared for this princess of the living loving king of kings is tendered.

Who knows maybe
time did stand still 
long enough for the desires of our hearts to come into place.

The heart of the home is the oven.

At least this home.

Thankful Thursday

Well today is infusion day here. In two hours or so the nurse will be here. It has been a real trying week of errors. Mine and others. Gotta tell you this one though. My soul is beside itself over a ticket I earned the day I left the neurologist. I had a hunch that it was in error. I saw the flash of the camera. Indeed my error. Sickened by the error and the financial hit I was in a way. The VERY next envelope I opened...
Was an unexpected refund from the orthodontist for a few more dollars that the cost of the ticket. I still have to attend the class for it. There may additionally be a cost to that. When I saw that check though I began to just cry. As my shoulders let down and the impressed presence of provision hit me. It was as being held so I could just let go and not even give it another thought. Shame yes over error. Yet Mercy in the very next instant gave me pause to embrace my humanity.
The errors of others that influenced my week were lightly received. The mercy I felt opening the check and matching the recovery of funds over the ticket flowed to others who made error. Many errors. I am human as are they. Flawed.

surly mercy and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life. I shall live in the house of the Lord for ever and ever and ever...

Fear closed minds

Hello My Dear Friends.
Lately my soul is pulled back within me trying to regroup around the house. See the things here are yet getting caught up after a year or two of illness setting me back. The master bedroom and bathroom have received a detailed decor rearrangement. The Feng Shui study of decor design has fascinated me for some time. I needed a study to burn off some mental energy and this hit the spot giving me some direction. The peaceful applications have made a HUGE difference here. With a mind that thirst for knowledge I have devoured the basic understanding. It is a blast!

This house sits almost perfect on the directional chart. Knowing of course that this may be an offense to some I have hushed it. I find that an open mind is a hard thing to find in church circles. The fear of the very elect being deceived is a blinding force that short changes us in this life time. I know of whom I belong. I love the passage about being ready in and out of season to give answer to what you believe in. Being ready removes the fear of the snake in the grass. So if the soil is sound and the grass nurtured just know that you will see if there is anything amiss. God would not allow it to slip our recognition.

That being said, truly Anglo Saxon Christianity is limited as well in this. We are told of man and tradition of what to think and speak to one another in such a way one might simply become silent to the joy's of life. This is not the act of God but of the thief of love. I have thought a lot of the indigenous peoples way of life being stripped in the name of Christianity. It must just make the prophets of old just roll over in their tombs. It just must make Abba curl up in sorrow to weep. The sweet name of Jesus being one again, as in the times of Israel, becoming a mockery to the masses who only see the limited view of the few. All the folk that might be willing to come into the fold if they just were not forced to sheer all of who and what they have known. If God is the creator of ALL then where can anyone of us get off rejecting without even understanding that a good soul might just be in that water we toss out.

All this to just be able to share the JOY of direction in reassembling this home after the attempted move of last year or so. Now It is so calm and serene. The rooms are much less cluttered. More color coordinated. The elements of earth wind fire metal balanced. Could it be that in the name of my sweet Christ Jesus that I would be so arrogant to walk into China or Tibet and tell them that the wisdom of old they have used to govern humility and character in their lives was all wrong just because our understanding be limited.  I remember dear Leslie who fed my hungry belly the avocado before she set that Bible in my lap. Suppose she would of made me eat something hard to swallow would I not of gagged on the word?

As an undiscovered Native American until my early 30's it was startling that over night literally, I was treated totally differently. One day a white woman embraced the next treated as a second class. It was a terrific gift to have discovered this. Since then my heart has kept in check to never refuse another culture and assume it evil just because it was strange or new to me. Suppose it is interesting to me that those experience of white woman turned second class and looked upon as a slide slipping downward slope. To understand now that to be raised up one must lower them self. That slide was a gift. Noses sloped are now a grief to me and not humiliation. It is such a pity when eye to eye we miss the wonder and the beauty of each culture. Each soul with all of the experiences and knowledge that is a vital part of understanding how to love.

So for the sake of dignity and self appreciation I declare! I love the wonder of Feng Shui. Now I am not fond of a into the mystic aspects but the color is awesome.
I am having a ball! My home is looking so awesome. My mind is thinking strongly. Ideas flowing, solutions resolved by and through relaxed reflection.

Open your mind. Simply know what you believe. Filter it with that, not rejecting out of fear. Fear is a torment. As is loneliness the greatest torture the human kind can ever know.  If you pull away from main stream Christianity it does not in any way make you less of a believer, a Christian. It is the fear reacted too, that makes Christianity so negative to those who so need to be drawn in.  Scriptures misused in such a way to exclude those who might think and respond to life differently than we do are being used to divide.

The enemy just loves to divide to concur.

Never let that happen.