My little corner
I live in a house of boys – my husband, my two sons, and even my dog. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The bathroom humor and toothy grins, messy mud puddles and Lego challenges – my family keeps me on my toes!
When I set out to teach myself to sew, I squirreled myself away in my laundry room – the only place free from boy world. I set up my grandmother’s old machine and learned a thing or two – and a few new swear words to mutter under my breath.
A year passed, and my sewing habit had stuck and the supplies had grown. I was overflowing from the laundry room. My little carved out corner wouldn’t do anymore.
I gave myself a $150 budget to carve out a new space for myself. I scoured DIY blogs to make the most of my little space and settled on a few ideas. I patiently passed the weeks by browsing the local classifieds for desks and baskets and took a (few) trips to the hardware store.
Slowly, but surely, my space came together. My pegboard got a dash of color with baskets from the dollar store. My desks came from a business closing its doors. When I hung the final peg and filled the final drawer, my little project became my creative space. It is a space worthy of the ideas in my head. It is my calm from the crazy. It is a place where, when the ZIIIIIIIIIP of my rotary cutter is heard or the hum of my machine is whirring, my family knows I am in my happy place.