I've been able to spend a fair amount of time in my sewing room lately. I really do love just sitting at my work table, sewing, and listening to music. So much of what I do during the day is scattered - chores, errands, mothering. But, when I am making something I am focused and engaged on one thing. And my brain just simply feels better. I have also come to the conclusion that I am not so keen on multi-tasking. I really don't multi-task when sewing. I do one thing at a time, with my hands.
I also notice that when I spend a lot of time in my sewing room I make a mess of things. More specifically, little messes all around. Piles of unfolded fabric, nests of embroidery threads (as in the above photo), overturned boxes of trim, puffs of fiberfil on the rug. The only area that stays relatively neat is the sewing table (there is a photo of that above as well). Besides my sewing machine, I keep my thread rack, a lamp, and a pair of scissors on it. And that is it. I don't mind all the little messes, though. Cleaning up is always satisfying. I usually do that before I start a new project. I like having a clean slate.
My sewing room is probably one of the nicest spots in the whole house. Not because it is a sewing room, but because it is on the top floor and has windows on three sides, with a view to Mt. Greylock (the tallest mountain in Massachusetts). I often feel that I am in a tree house. And the cats visit often to find a spot in the sun.
Virginia Woolf encouraged women to have a room of their own. I feel so fortunate that I do.