Moving Inner (and Outer) Furniture
…. Okay so this is clearly more exciting to me than to most of you.
I’m actually writing this from the floor of the craft room, since I don’t have enough chairs and I didn’t want to stray too far from the source of inspiration.
Due to a lot of the… *cough* circumstances surrounding this newfound freedom, it’s been a stressful time. There have been phone calls and paperwork and a whole lot of nonsense that have detracted from the true joy of new space. ORGANIZING!
Again, I feel like I’m losing some people.
I love organizing. I love spreading all of my materials out around me and finding new and interesting configurations for them. I love seeing things lined up neatly on shelves, fitting perfectly into drawers, categorized appropriately and even maybe by color… or alphabetically! My thread is lined up in DMC number order, my crafting books are first by craft and then by height, and my posters are delineated into piles based on fandom.
Don’t worry, my downstairs bookcases are still alphabetical by author, I haven’t gone totally wild.
The point is, I’ve been in a space torn between the constraints of responsibility and the absolute freedom of creativity. I didn’t want to talk to my insurance this morning, but I found ways to make it enjoyable by entertaining the woman taking all my information. My taxes were a slog yesterday, but I made a game of watching the numbers tick up as I entered my deductions.
Yeah, I know how to have a good time.
I like to think I’m a creative person. But I have been stymied… by tables. More specifically, desks.
I have a variety of desks, and more on the way as my mother offloads furniture on me, but I have not for the life of me been able to figure out what table should go in the craft room!
There has been measuring and Googling and math and many grumpy faces as edges and numbers don’t quiiiiiiiite line up as I want them to.
Maybe… I’ll have to compromise on my vision?
Absolutely not. Like I said in a previous piece, I hate the notion.
One in the center of the room, rather than along the wall? Getting there, but it would affect my ability to sprawl, as I am wont to do.
Settle for a setup mimicking my office? My drive for novelty would result in one or both of those rooms becoming neglected.
Model all the objects in 2D space so I can move them freely? A tempting thought, but unfortunately slightly too tempting, as I would get lost in the project and abandon all responsibilities.
While staring out the window in frustration, I took a moment to breathe. I pulled myself back to the bigger picture. What did I want to do in this room? How did I want this room to serve me?
Well, I want a space for my crafting, duh. But it’s more than that, because it always is. What does a craft room represent?
Relaxation.
Freedom.
Agency.
Creativity.
Oh…. OH.
That’s the limiting belief!
Why would I only have ONE desk in such a room?
I have a Rubbermaid piled high with my WIP (work in progress) collection, why shouldn’t I have desks that serve that purpose as well?
Suddenly my vision for the space opened even further. Co-working, crafting dates, projects that extend well beyond one desk’s spatial capacity. Places to sit based not on necessity, but on my mood in the moment. Creative, flexible arrangements. The sun on my face through the window in summer, and the warmth from the heating vent on my toes in winter.
Definitionally, the best of both worlds.
Rarely in life do we ever truly have to settle. With a little creativity, imagination, and a good amount of muscle, we can realize our vision. Even if it looks a little different than we expected.
Stay creative, my dears,
~Anneke
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