My dining room serves as a base for multiple operations in my house. We eat, have school, talk, iron, and this is were I practice quilting. When its time to quilt there is food all over the table. When its time to eat, quilting stuff is all over the table. When its time for school for the boys, sometimes food and quilting stuff is everywhere. Sometimes I really wanna scream.
I hope that some day I can turn my garage into my own little quilting work shop. There is a lot to be done. My husband keeps telling me its not as simple as setting up my stuff. While standing in it to take this pic, I got the overwhelming revelation of what he means.