Studio pics

Much like my art, my studio space has been a work in progress. When we gutted and re-built our home four years ago, I had BIG dreams of what my studio was going to look like. I had made sketches and collected images from magazines as to what I wanted. I dreamed of creating in a huge, light-filled space with funky thrift store furniture I repainted Shabby Chic style.

Then reality hit. We ran out of money. Remodels are like that. Before we began, friends told us to budget 35% more time and money that you originally think its going to take. Since we were doing it on a shoestring budget as it was, we ignored the advice and jumped in feet first.

Much to our chagrin, our friends were correct. By the time we got to my studio space $$$ were long gone. My studio became the junk room where everything got piled that we had no idea what to do with.


I carved out a tiny spot in the room for my worktable and my supplies that were boxed in big clear tubs purchased from Home Depot. Things stayed that way for 18 months.

Then I found out I was pregnant at the same time I took on a new job. My studio turned into the baby's room. Friends came to help one day and moved all the junk from one room to another. Even my organized spot became a jumbled mess.

I started working at the kitchen table just as I did all those years ago when the house was a 950 square feet.

The wake up call came when I got a third-degree burn on my leg because I was not using my torch safely as I was making jewelry. I had a 12×12 (inches) square space to work and I was putting my torch up on the table to use it and then down on the floor when I was finished. Hot torch next to fleshy thigh = OUCH!

It took me four solid days over the Labor Day weekend of cleaning and sorting and tossing. My mother-in-law watched my kids, my hubby helped me lift eh big stuff and I did nothing (and I mean NOTHING) but work to turn my studio a functioning space.

When it was finally finished, I took out my notebook of my sketches and pictures of the studio of my dreams. The new space looks nothing like it, except for things being neat.

However, I am happy in my new space. It is clean and functional and everything has its place. I honestly kicked my art supply hoarding problem in those four days. When I finish a project, I clean up so my tables are neat and my tools are waiting in their spots the next time I sit down to work.

I might someday get that light-filled shabby chic studio of my dreams. But for now, it's enough to be living my dreams. What I've learned is that where I work is not as important as the work itself. Honing my skills, breathing life into my sketches is a far more important use of my time right now.