I have a lot of crafting projects in progress at the moment, but nothing much finished. It’s quite a mess in my workshop right now!
My “workshop” is really just a 4×5 table top and shelves in our bedroom (well, actually, it’s not just a table top, it’s a beautiful, handmade, just-for-me, folding table/bookcase from my Mr. Fix-It) so I’m a little limited on space (although that’s partly because I keep bringing more crafting supplies and creative hobbies in) and I spend a lot of time shuffling things around. My table top is constantly transitioning from sewing to papercrafting to sewing to gift wrapping to…you get the idea. I work out of a corner of our bedroom so we’re both joking and serious when we call it my “workshop.”
But it is all mine and the whole household respects my workshop as my space. Little fingers know to keep to themselves and leave Momma’s workshop tools alone–especially since I’m right there to swat fingers that don’t know! Mr. Fix-It does occasionally get tired of it slowly creeping across our floorspace, basket by basket, but at least we can eat at our dining room table regularly again. (Yes, we usually have dinner together, at the table, at least 5 nights a week.)
I have to admit, sometimes I’m jealous of these ladies with these lovely craft rooms and studios, and even cottages! The idea of having my very own room…all that space…I’ve already decorated and organized it a hundred times in my mind.
I come from a long line of talented, artistic, and crafty women that had their own rooms and spaces dedicated to their creative passions.
Then I think how blessed I am to have a husband that supports my creative habit. Someone that would let me take over a whole corner in our little home that’s already bursting at the seams to meet the needs of our busy, growing family. Someone that would let me disrupt our bedroom sanctuary with my punching and ripping and humming machines. Someone that indulges me in saving broken bracelets and bent nails and a rather embarrassing number of glass salsa and pickle jars that I just know I’m going to have a use for some day…
And I think how often I stop what I’m doing to walk 5 steps into our living room and share it Mr. Fix-It while he’s watching TV…And I think how often he’ll call back to me that something good is on and turn it up a notch so I can listen along while I’m working…And I think of how I can run from the living room during a show back to my workshop on commercials, and then back to watching a show together again in moments….
And I think of how, if I was upstairs in my own studio after the kids were in bed, none of that would ever happen and that’s our sacred husband and wife time right now in this season of life…
And then I think of a curious Ladybug getting up from Quiet Time to go potty, while I’m downstairs doing dishes, and her bright eyes being irresistibly drawn to those shining glass jars of buttons or her little fingers reaching out to stroke the gleam of silver on the sewing machine…
…And I’m content with exactly what I’ve been blessed with in this busy, multi-tasking season of motherhood.
