we call it "the spinning room" or "the knitting room", but really, it is just one of the extra bedrooms at the new house, where a lot of in-progress craft stuff is going to be stored. i love it!
when we first toured the house, this was the bedroom of the owner's very ancient and catholic mother. the woman must have been in her nineties and the room was absolutely dripping with cheap plastic rosaries (i still find them in closets here), medals, trial-size bottles of holy water, plaster crucifixes, busts of the virgin, and an entire mirror festooned with various funeral and death announcements and mass cards from what i assume was the woman's husband. (he died in the 1980s, yet these clippings were still very much a part of the room.)
when we walked through with the home inspector, we closed the door when we all huddled in this little room, to gawk with more privacy. for ben, the experience seemed to be akin to touring the Batcave: "what's this do? what's this do? what's this?" there was one of those pictures of jesus where the eyes open and close. there was probably even a picture of jesus flashing the sacred heart (this is ben's favorite image in catholicism), although i don't remember. and there was a toilet seat for the old lady, and a little single bed, and a pervasive scent of floral talc.
well, none of that anymore. i did keep the unusual wicker light shade on the ceiling -- i rather like it.
the little built-in cabinet against the wall now holds secret holiday gifts, yet unwrapped, as well as some fiber. we have all our framed family photos here (do you know that it is considered bad etiquette to have framed personal photos anywhere but a bedroom? i read this somewhere and it has always stayed with me.) we also now have a nice little corner shelf for my royal daulton "bunnykins" figurines. yeah, i like rodents in clothing. what of it. when i was a teen, it was a bit of an identity crisis, to sit around admiring the bunnies in my bedroom while blasting the sex pistols. but i am such a grown-up now that things like that don't phase me.
all my knitting and fly-tying and whatnot books are here, and my spinning wheel and spindles, and what stash i do have is here. and these neat little glass thingies on the wall hold fly-tying stuff, and buttons, and whatnot.