A few years ago, I was a kitchen table scrapbooker. After that, Darren built shelves for me in a hall closet - I could just open the door and pull up a chair. And so I know I should feel so very, very happy about having an actual scraproom now. But I still find myself dreaming of something different.
The room I work in is tiny. It was once a screened porch on the back of the house, and measures about 6′ x8′. I have every square inch of that room filled with stuff; even one of the windows is covered! I’m about to go vertical, in the form of a pot rack hanging from the ceiling above my desk.
In many ways, my small space is perfect because everything I need is at my fingertips, and anything I *don’t* need stays at the store. Having so little room makes me be pretty choosy about I allow myself to bring home. My room is also perfectly situated between our family room and the kitchen, making it the center of my family’s activity. And its windows look out over the backyard, which comes in handy for when the boys want to play outside.
Even so, I dream about a different space - a dedicated studio - sitting where my dilapidated garage is now. We’d construct a new garage, and attached to it would be a cottage-style studio space, with a stone path leading from the backdoor of my house. I imagine English Ivy growing up the sides of the building, a sitting porch on the balcony above. It’d have shutters and a lot of character - a funky front door and lots of windows.
Inside, the cozy space would feature my work desk facing the center of the room, not pushed against a wall. Around the walls to the side and behind my desk would be built-in bookcases with open shelves where I could display the little things that make me smile, as well as the jars and baskets and bins of colorful scrapbooking doodads that inspire me. Beneath the open shelves would be enclosed cabinets where I could hide the workhorses and tools of my trade: pages, punches, alphabets, etc.
There would be at least one super comfy chair in the corner facing my desk, with a reading lamp and a soft throw tossed over the side; there, I’d read my magazines and books. The room would be outfitted with music and speakers built in to the walls, and a speaker system that would connect me to the family across the lawn.
The colors would be rich and warm - golden honey, reds, maybe some mossy greens and browns thrown in. I’d have a huge round clock on one wall, and lots of whimsy throughout.
Upstairs, the room would extend above the garage and provide ample space for multiple tables so that friends could come and crop with me. There would be skylights and picture windows to let the sunshine in, and track lighting for late-night crops. The space would be outfitted with a tiny dorm-sized kitchen - just enough space for a mini-fridge and a microwave. And there would be Murphy Beds here and there so that room could be converted to guest quarters when needed.
Like I said, a girl can dream. Until the Money Fairy decides to alight on our doorstep, it’s just a dream.
In the meantime, I think I’ll make the best of what I’ve got. It’s what I’ve always done, and it’s always worked well for me!
I have honey-golden paint chips from Lowes, and a brush or two in the garage.