Forgive the poor photo quality above. I could only dig as deep as the blog and screenshots today, because if went deeper into the hard drives, or for heaven's sake, the photo albums, I would never have had time to write this post, or make dinner, or anything else. That's a lovely rabbit hole sometimes I indulge in, but only sometimes.
As I mentioned recently, I had a shift in space here at home, dividing what was my studio room into separate "office" and "crafting" spaces. Most of the office work happens in Portland now, at the Taproot space, though I reserved a computer and a desk in our guest room (where Gram and Bruce and a rotating cast of characters stay). But my sewing and knitting goods all moved up to the nook at the top of the stairs. It's a dormer alcove and a decent but tiny amount of space. It has been already so many things in the short eight years we have lived here - a play nook, Annabel's bedroom, then Ezra's, and now mine. It is considerably smaller than the room I am coming from (which Adelaide now resides in!), and so I've had to puzzle out how and where to put everything, and what I should let go of (a lot). But it feels good. And I've been reminded of just how many incarnations of spaces I've held over the years, as my family has changes, as our housing changed, and as my work and passions have evolved.
This space (not photographed above, but I'll get on that soon I promise!), right now, suits me just fine. And somehow - it being in the middle of family life and the center of the house - I'm finding myself up there much more than I have been in any crafting space of late. And like with any good move, I've found a whole lot of half-finished projects in the move, and I'm pretty excited about finishing some of those up. Sometimes all it takes is rearranging the very same things to be re-inspired, and for that I'm grateful!
