A Real Working Space

I'm convinced things go wrong so that when they work you can appreciate it all the more.  Last night everything just worked. I came home, cleaned up the sewing studio and helped a friend with a project. Then, I sewed, and sewed and sewed. It was magical. Seriously. After revamping our studio space with this tall table, things just work. I listened to Glasser's album Ring for hours with the cobalt blue sky illuminated from behind our skylights. Magic!