Tour: The Studio (only crafters will thoroughly enjoy this post...)

I always refer to my "Studio" or "Workroom".  Everyone says "how nice, you have your own place to store and work".  It is nice, but it is completely on accident.

My house is a good size, but it is very poorly planned.  When we bought it, we had no children.  Anything was awesome then.  Now that we are a functioning family of 5 with 2 dogs and 2 fish, this house is just plain "stoopid."

My workroom is our former living room which was a former dining room.  We remodeled it after deciding we didn't want a dining room.  It is our "first impression" room.  The first room you see when you walk in our humble abode.  When we had children, the "pretty room" was no longer a good idea.  Then I started my business and the evolution of my workroom began.  Here is a tour:


This is what you see when you walk in (and it has vaulted ceilings with a long ceiling fan):

The table in the back left corner is an antique from my mom's side of the family.  It sat at the top of the stairs in my parents home which was my grandparents home for over 44 years (and is older than that).  It has been in my home for 5 years.  It has ball and claw feet in brass.  Delish.


To the right of this photo is sewing supply central:

The bottom bins are full of fabric, tightly folded.  I don't keep sizes larger than 1 yard typically since my projects are small scale.  The mirror was handmade from my Grandpa Novak and also hung in my childhood home.  Many faces have been reflected in this mirror.  Strangely comforting.....


To the right of this corner is the opposite corner:  Packing and Shipping.

I bought that floral tin at an antique fair in rural Illinois.  It holds my change and church envelopes...lol.  I have all my stationery there and packing supplies hidden in the credenza.  On the wall is my giant college diploma, my pride and joy.  Yes, they are that large.  A representative from each department signs it.


And last, my desk:

Works of art!  I wish I could say that is my only ribbon stash, but I have yards of hundreds of ribbons in a rolling bin to my right in this photo.  I keep that photo of Francesca there to make all the other kids think I like her best...kidding!  I just put it there because it needs to be hung....

So, there you have it.  When I say I am going to the workroom, I sneak away here, and I wave to all my neighbors walking their dogs, kids and spouses out the front window.  Perfect!