Sewing Room/Living Room

What in the world would I do without my tiny little sewing room?   "My space"!  "My place"!

To escape from the camouflage and the wild turkey tails mounted complete with feet and beards.  The deer mounts, deer antler mounts, and the ten pound Bass mounts.  The fox squirrels mounted on logs sitting amongst random antlers on top of the TV cabinet.

Stacked beside the bookcase are ammo boxes and next to the ammo boxes a camouflage container with a padded swivel top that doubles as a seat for the hunter.

Padded, zippered, camouflage gun cases hang from either side of the gun cabinet and antlers on a rope, used for rattling, hang from the corners of the gun cabinet.  A tomahawk with a leather strap hangs from a lower corner of the cabinet.

Hidden behind the fat leather chair stands the mighty crossbow and stuffed behind my Mother's old cedar chest is the crossbow case.

The house smells of freshly dug earth worms, and more often than not there is a camo face mask and bandana soaking in a little soapy water in the bathroom sink.

Friends, this is my living room I am describing here!

Today I am thankful for feminine daughters.  Daughters who tell me to be who I want to be and wear what I think is beautiful...even at my age.  I am thankful for lace and ruffles and kitty cats, for things soft and pink, and things that are lovely.  Can you tell maybe that I have just had a long, delightful, encouraging phone conversation with my Daughter, Lynn, from "A Mother's Journal".   Lynn inspires me!!!

So inspired, I begin digging out pantaloons and pieces that I have made but never had the nerve to wear.  What am I waiting for...to get a few years older? 

Henny Penny is off to the sewing room now to look at fabrics and patterns and stuff. 

Thank you if you have managed to stay long enough to read this.  :)

Love,
The same old Henny Penny