Office, Computer Room, Craft Room

I turned the huge Master Bedroom into my office, computer room, and crafts room. I'll be spending a lot of time in here so I wanted it to be a lot of fun.

I have hundreds of books and a lot of them are in this room. I decided to make this a play room and put all my stuffed animals in here. I also put up my stitchery and early paintings since I had another huge expanse of wall to fill.

Dad loved his stitchery that said "Be Reasonable, Do It My Way" that I made for him and Mom had me do the needlepoint for around her clock and the old fashioned stitchery for around her bedroom mirror.

I went ahead and pulled out some of my paintings from the 70s and put them up. I was very much into abstracts then.

I love stuffed animals.

I am a firm believe in just because I'm an adult it doesn't mean I have to act mature and I have the toys to prove it. The old fashioned record player is my newest possession. It actually will play records (33 1/2, 45, and 78) plus CDs, cassette tapes and my MP3 player.  And of course it is the perfect place to put my Tardis bank.

The tech wall has Ruby, my art computer, the Enterprise phone complete with dragon, and Marvin, my work horse computer. And it made perfect sense to put the Marvin "angry" poster up next to the Desiderata.

One year we got together and got Dad his own star. He was thrilled. I also have my Joe Montana shrine dedicated to the best American football quarterback who ever lived. My Dad made the dictionary stand. He had the Wilson plaque and Sherlock Holmes and Watson in his den and I bought the old fashioned ladies porcelain thimble set for my Mom many years ago from Avon.

I have a display shelf unit for miscellaneous items and a Pixie cat looking on of course. I have two sewing machines in cabinets. I use my portable all the time for sewing but these machines have a special meaning for me so I turned them into display tables. I got the machine covered with photographs from my Aunt Whee. She died of breast cancer and insisted that I get her sewing machine since I sewed so much. The one covered with the afghan was the old Pfaff machine that I learned to sew on. My Dad taught me most of what I know about sewing. The afghan was made by Mom's sister, Aunt Bird. I have items that celebrate the lives of my parents on this table.