Saturday Night

Virginia Woolf was right.  A space of my own is what I needed all this time.  Mine is a small house, called a casita here in ABQ.  I have only recently moved into it, though we have owned this property for several years.  It is my own and I don't have to share it with anyone.  Anyone else in the casita is my guest.  Even Cosmo, the cat.

I have had sewing rooms in our various houses as we made our various moves from place to place.  But those spaces were always part of other people's spaces.  The kids', the husband's, even the cats'.

In the book Sacred Spaces, the author said that a personal space, a space sacred to the person, should satisfy all the senses.  I love it that mine does.