In taking a photo of my ‘studio’ space for Vickie Howell’s upcoming book, I was torn. Do I go for honesty, or pretty pretty? See, I have 3 main spaces in which I work. There’s
a. the couch (90% of the time),
b. at Stitch Cleveland, my studio-away-from-home (8% of the time) and
c. my “real” studio, which is in the basement and which accounts for 2% of my time, usually the “where can I cram this so it isn’t sitting in the dining room” type of time instead of proper work.
Come on, I’m usually knitting or writing something on the laptop — couch wins, bigtime.
So I was thinking about the nature of creativity, and how our overall surroundings influence us more than just our workspaces ever do. (Yes, these are the kinds of awake-at-5:00 a.m. conversations I have with myself). Our house contains 2 artsy people and 3 beasts (1 dachshund, 2 black cats). There are books and supplies related to our various passions EVERYWHERE. I won’t show you all of the dining room, which is currently under siege from bagsfull of couch-pillow-making supplies, but just some of the things I see while I’m working every day are in this new set on Flickr, annotated with notes.
And for the curious, here’s the living room where it all comes together… slipcovers in the laundry, half-finished Amy Butler fabric-covered pillows and all…
Admission: I do not sew as well as I knit. But, I could not resist the Martha Negley coleus print fabric below and started work on a giant quilt with it (just do it — this from the person who learned to spin by ordering a wheel and buying a fleece). I also have mermaid and sushi print Heather Ross fabric coming, and now…bad me, I have discovered a dangerous Etsy shop: susiecraft. She has tasty Kaffe Fassett bundles (we carry predominantly Amy Butler at Stitch Cleveland, so…). Now quilt #3 is coming together in my ridiculously color-addicted head.
Quilts are addictive since you can throw a million colors at one and if you have good color sense (which I do), it comes out gorgeous. This book is the hyper-enabler of all wannabe quilters. If only I didn’t find changing the bobbin on my sewing machine such a pain…while we’re ‘fessing up, might as well be honest.