Aahh The Perfect Knitting Nook Just Picture It...

Where do you knit?  Do you have a place that you call your knitting nook?

 I envision mine to be a cozy corner with a overstuffed chair that I can curl my legs up on.  In the spring and summer,as I am knitting Multnomah,  it would be a  place where I would be able to look out the window and see a pond surrounded by wild flowers.

Or perhaps an old garden bench leaning on a stone wall.

Or perhaps this view.

In the winter, as the snow is falling, I would be knitting afghans, scarves, mittens and hats, with a view of my fireplace and a roaring fire. 

The only sounds I would hear while knitting in my nook, would be the clicking of my needles, and soft jazz drifting through the air.  

I would never be interrupted by annoying solicitor phone calls asking me for a donations or credit card people asking me to sign up.

My nook would not have a 52" flat screen TV with surround sound.  

My perfect little maltese Rico would be curled up at my feet and never bark at the garbage truck, or postman.  He wouldn't care that his nemesis Chico was peeing on his territory.  

Yes it would be a beautifully idyllic, tranquil and quiet place. 

Yesterday, as I was fantasizing about my knitting nook, I thought, now there must be a corner in my nearly 2,000 sq. ft home, which I share with only one other person, and a not so perfect maltese, that I can call my own.   

So I went from room to room looking for my nook.  

I started in our bedroom.  I found the perfect corner. But it is taken up by an old Art Deco era vanity with a huge mirror.  

I said to Ross, "I think I would like to donate this and use that corner as my knitting nook."  

He said, "But that is the only full length mirror in our house.   I use that."  

Hmm, I thought, I guess getting another full length mirror and hanging it, I don't know, say perhaps on the wall could not possibly be an option.  

"Okay, then what about getting rid of the treadmill?" I asked. 

"No, I don't think so, I am going to be starting my exercise program real soon," he said.

Yea right, I thought.

Okay, onto the spare bedroom with a queen size bed, a small dresser and a crib.   

"How about we ditch the queen size bed and take down the crib?" I asked.

"But where would cousin Robert sleep when he comes to visit from California?" he asked.

Oh, right, I thought.   The last time Robert was here was in 2001

 "And," he pointed out,  "the kids do occasionally come with the baby. "

Next to consider is the sun room.

We have a very lovely sun room.  This one is a tough one for me.  You see, during the last few months of her life, we took care of my mom in our home.   She spent most of that time in the sun room.  The memory of her knitting and crocheting there still haunts me.   No, for at least now, the sun room is out.

So after re-arranging and un-rearraging my living room/ family room, this is what I came up with.  

(Notice the paper towels under the carpet.  This morning, Rico decided that he was too lazy to let me know that he needed to go out.)

Okay, so the view out my window is of my way too close neighbor's house and not a pond, garden bench or the ocean.

Yes, the speakers from the surround sound system are just above my head, and as I am writing this, Rico is barking his head off at Chico, but...

I do have my big overstuffed chair, a fireplace for the winter,

 and Ross promised me that when I want to retreat to my nook, he will take Rico out for a nice long walk.