I formulated an idea a few days ago. Why not have a space to call my own? You see, I have yarn squished in my bedroom closet and yarn sprinkled through out the family room. My notebooks and pens were stashed in a kitchen cupboard. I had nooks and crannies everywhere. Since the kids are both on their adventures for the summer, I suggested to my husband that we flip the guest room into my studio room (it's a craft room but I like the word studio better). He said "why not!" that is one of the many reasons I love him.
So yesterday morning, 9 a.m. we started. We moved big shelves downstairs, small shelves upstairs, a table from storage upstairs. I collected my "stuff" from corners and baskets. Poor Frodo, he did not know what was going on and followed me everywhere. I know my legs and arms were aching, so he must have been just as tired (he still sleeping as I type).
I still have to share this room with guests when they visit. However, we have each child's room empty as well-so there is plenty of space in the house. My computer is downstairs for now. I'm debating whether I want that in this little oasis. I fear it would be a distraction. My husband suggested some shelves above the table, I'm thinking a vision board.
The doll in the photo above was my mother's toy as a child. She was bald with a broken leg (and naked). I knit her the outfit that she is wearing-unfortunately I cannot remember where I found the pattern and it was pre-Ravelry days.