We spent much of the weekend in our "extra" room. Without a lot of extra space (this is New York City after all), we often find ourselves overlapping. My sewing patterns across his boards, sawdust sprinkling my cutting board, sewing tools intermingling with woodworking tools. Someday, when we have a house, we imagine that I'll have a sewing room (which I will probably snobbily refer to as my studio), and the garage will be his domain. Then his feet won't be pricked with stray sewing pins, and scraps of wood won't be discarded on my ironing board. But for now, when all we have is this tiny apartment, it's nice to be creating things like this. Over and across and between each other.