sewing room
Since July I've been slowly but surely creating a sewing room. Bought some new bookshelves for upstairs, and have been moving books from the first floor "library" (a.k.a. living room) up there. Meanwhile hunting down sacks of fabric stashed all over the house and moving them into the first floor bookshelves.
I moved The Desk (giant repro Chippendale behemoth) from the bird room to the new sewing room. Getting it out of the bird room was quite an adventure. I had to take the door off the hinges and flip the desk this way and that to try to weasel it out. It was only jammed in the doorway for a couple of hours to where I had to crawl across the top of it to exit or enter the room. (Don't believe the rumor that I was so exhausted from desk-wrestling that I stretched out on top of the desk and took a nap with my feet in the bird room and my head in the hallway.)
At one point I very nearly sawed my beloved The Desk to pieces, I was so disgusted. I don't even know how the movers ever got it through the doorway and into that room 10 years ago to begin with. (Well, for starters there wasn't an aviary in the way, and there was no door in the stairwell doorway, and there were two of them, and they were a lot stronger than me . . . )
Well anyway, persistence finally paid off and now I have the world's fanciest sewing table, in a sewing room with a decidedly "post-tornado" decor--sacks of fabric, sewing patterns, piles of mending-to-be-done, 7 sewing machines (some dismantled) all strewn about. Someday I hope to finish moving books upstairs and rent a bulldozer or something to scrape up all the stuff around the room and cram it into the vacated bookshelves.