My husband is making me a sewing table. Somehow, whilst doing this, he came up with the idea of transforming a very small room off our bedroom (currently a junk room, smaller than my sister's wardrobe) into a sewing room. I have mixed feelings about this, as I rather like sewing in the family room where I can talk to everyone, but am trying to be positive about the idea.
Despite the drastic curtailment of sewing time just recently due to renovation tasks, it has been quite interesting working on this room.
Our house is around 120 years old, which is quite venerable for an Australian building. It is a post and beam construction, so the walls have been moved around quite a bit during the history of the house.
We pulled off some damaged masonite, and removed some of the tongue and groove wall boards, which were not in good condition. It looks pretty awful here, and that would be an accurate representation.
Strangely, in the wallspace, we found these scissors, and a metal double pointed knitting needle.
I cannot think how these items could have found their way between the walls - there was no gap until we removed half of the wall.
My husband and the children perfomed an exciting electrolysis experiment, and removed all the rust, then my husband sharpened the scissors for me, and now I have some new paper-cutting scissors for my sewing room.
I wonder if they were sewing scissors once upon a time.