Another year, another move (the pictorial edition)

Oh yes. When I said previously that I was never going to move again, of course I should have added 'until next time'.

However this time ... this time ... I mean it.  Really.

Because this time, we've moved into our forever home.

One day soon, I'll tell you all about it.

But for now, I'm going to skip to the fun part. The part where I get my very own studio.

Of course, this sounds much more glamorous than it really is.  Particularly when we walked in to this...

However it is amazing what a touch of paint, a helpful husband, and a whole bottle of sugar soap can do...

And now, as I start to fill it up, I'm wondering how long it will be before I run out of room.

And so, it is time for me to sew again:

1. Because I've missed it;
2. Because now that I have this wonderful space, I really need to justify it, otherwise VaderKip will attempt to take over and turn it into a Man-Cave; and
3. Because in the move, VaderKip discovered how big my stash really is!

Time to turn on the machines...