My son and daughter had hermit crabs at one stage in their childhood. We were fascinated by how the crabs knew they had outgrown their shells and needed to move on.
In my case, I didn’t outgrow my shell; I realized I needed a temporary shell. Currently all my sewing stuff is in a garage-like building on our property. We call it the “studio” to distinguish it from the “garage.” Basically it is a garage which no longer has a car in it. It’s cold and dark. Big, but cold and dark. It isn’t attached to the house, so I have to traipse in the cold, the rain, the dark etc just to sew a zipper on a pillow. Sheesh.
Now that winter is upon us, I decided to adopt a corner of our pantry where my fingers won’t turn blue. I dragged the machine in, hid all of my tools and toys in the adjacent closet, and set up shop. It’s cramped, but the light is great and I can pop in there throughout the day when I am not tied up with mundane daily work.
