Near the end of tax season (what was I thinking??), I decided to organize the fabrics I've acquired over the years, affectionately known to most quilters as "stash." You see, I LOVE fabric in an obsessive sort of way, and I've accumulated many, many yards of it, along with hundreds of fat quarters (18" x 22" pieces of fabric sold in quilt shops) and a bazillion scraps. I love the colors, the textures, the designs, the endless possibilities!! And so I converted my 36-year-old stepson's long-abandoned tiny bedroom that we still called "Jon's room" (he's happily married with three smart, handsome and adorable boys) into a creative and nurturing space.
But what shall I call this space, now that it is no longer Jon's room? My husband refers to it as the "stash room." But it's more than a fabric storage facility—much more! I initially referred to it as simply the "sewing room." But that didn't quite capture its essence, either; in additional to fabrics, a sewing machine, serger, quilting tools, and notebooks and file cabinets bursting with ideas, I have photos, mementos, and artwork I love. I jokingly told my husband that when I'm feeling uppity, I'll refer to it as my "studio." But that's a bit too pretentious. I do not consider myself a fiber artist. I am merely a fairly skilled craftswoman who, over several decades, has acquired some level of proficiency with needle, thread and fabrics, and an eye for color.
Today I decided on a name for my space – it's my "Girl Cave." We've all heard of man caves, right? Wikipedia defines a man cave as a male sanctuary, and goes on to state that a man cave is not a cave but rather a metaphor describing a room inside the house where "guys can do as they please." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_cave.
My little space is also a sanctuary---a word whose root denotes something sacred or spiritual. When I am in that sunny little space, surrounded by a rainbow of fabric-filled shelves, treasured photos, trinkets and inspiring artwork, it truly nourishes my spirit. When I am creating with fabric, I often find myself in "the zone"—completely absorbed in my task, losing all track of time. As I enter my "girl cave," I give my inner child permission to come out and play.
Flowers in Vase Watercolor by my friend and local artist, Glenda Dietrich Moore: www.glendadietrich.com.