I must create! Without a creative outlet, I feel my soul become stale, my days become routine and my mind become dull.
After closing a bittersweet chapter on our lives, my husband and I have been searching for how to fill our time. Going from working 17 hour days to only 40-45 hours a weekalmost feels like retirement. Some days are long and we find ourselves walking around, partaking in the mundane routine of daily life - laundry, helping with homework, meals, chaffeuring, work, needing a project to work on, something more to accomplish.
The kitchen table has become a place where we all live. Homework, reading, crafts, bill paying, everything piles on the table until there is no room to...eat. The desire to create wells up in me, but the thought of clearing a place, beginning a project, then having to put it all away again suppresses all creativity. If I can't make a mess, how can I make?
An inkling of a thought...very small, indeed, began to take shape in my head. I began to visualize the utility room in the basement as "my" space. Among the hot water heater, furnace and sump pump, there could actually be room for me. And my projects. Behind a closed door! Out of sight from visitors! As usual, the inkling didn't stay small for long. It soon bloomed into a full-blown plan.
You can find anything on the internet. I began to search for Art Rooms, Craft Rooms, Art Studios...and found so many art spaces. From cramped, repurposed closets to magnificent studios with soaring windows and abundant light, people make while making do with the space they have.
As I gathered ideas, I shared my vision to my husband who embraced it with manly enthusiasm. I'm not sure if it was to give him something to do, to keep my messes in one spot or to make me a place because he loves me (or maybe all three?) but he, too, became involved in the Yellow Art Room Project. And best of all, it required TOOLS! Maybe even a new one or two!
The only rooms we had were an extra guest room and the basement utility room. I was really excited about converting the bedroom into a bright and sunny art room, but with visiting family and carpet, it just wasn’t a good idea for my kind of crafting. I needed a room where I couldn’t hurt anything! We decided on the basement utility room.
The room was set up with my stained glass table and supplies, but over the years the lack of time and energy had kept me away from creating any stained glass pieces. The table became a dumping ground of stuff…and under the table…and around the table…and junk eventually overtook the entire room.