An unexpected joyous outcome of Social Distancing is the bounty of time I suddenly have at home, some of which I am getting to spend in my studio. This place has missed me and I have missed it. I love the light through the windows and skylight. I love the smell of the slightly talkative wooden floors. I love the table full of materials, waiting where I left them, and I love the chair I sit in at my sewing machine. It is a banged up old wooden chair with no nails or screws, all pegs and glue. It is small, curvy and upright with a nice butt shape to the seat. The chair is beautiful, practical, and patient. It has aged well. The chair possesses many qualities I admire and aspire to.