Craft Room

It is Sunday.  I love Sunday.  I take a nap every Sunday.  Except when the husband is out of town.  And he is.   Let out a very big sigh right now.  Follow that up with a very big yawn.  This is how I am feeling at the moment.  Sigh.  Yawn.  
So instead of a nap, I am trying to work and clean the playroom/craft room/piano room.  My kids don't really play with toys too much anymore.  This gives me a very mixed feeling of sadness and relief.  Sad that they are growing up so darn fast.  Relief that I no longer need to devote a room of my home to toy storage.  The room we use is really a formal dining room.  Many years ago, my husband built a wall to close it off to be our office.  We were at the time using the office as the toy room because it had doors.  Then I switched the rooms and the "office" was my creative area and the toys were hidden in a concealed plastic paradise.  Then we got a piano.  Into the plastic paradise it went.  Then I got a thingy with 25 cubby holes.  If you click the link, you shall see that it is an Ikea Expedit bookcase.  It is extremely versatile and awesome.   I loaded it up with my sewing stuff.  And I was so pleased.   Then Doug began working from home.  My space was gone! Gone, I say.  G-O-N-E!   I was left with nothing.  So I took over the kitchen table because we eat 99% of our meals at the island anyway.   And I began storing stuff in our bedroom.  And there was  not a single room in the house that wasn't messy.  I began to live in constant fear of the crew from hoarders showing up on my door step.  Then we got an extremely nice, free couch.   I bet you didn't know there was such a thing.  But there is and it is mine now.   It went into the toy room.  And then, my husband left on business and I decided to paint his office and rearrange the furniture and move the craft stuff out (not to be confused with the sewing stuff.  The 25 cubbies stayed) to move the couch in.  The kids could now be trusted with access to markers and beads more than they could be trusted with a white couch.  Also, I thought it would make his office feel nicer since he was in there all the time.  It was a 3 man job.  I did it alone.    He was not thrilled with my decisions.  Two days later as he peacefully slept on the couch in his office I crept up to his slumbering face and yelled, "I told you so!" (OK, not really, but I wanted to.)
So now, I am working on the latest phase in the toy room saga as I try to minimize the kids' toys and maximize mine.  When I get done, I want it to look like this.....   But, alas, I look into it and find that she has purchased all that furniture and her sewing desk, while very cool cost $1500.  Another sigh.
Now I have to get creative.  So I dash on over to Ana White.  You don't know Ana White?   Well, she is amazing.   She is Bob the Builder for chicks.  She builds furniture.  Furniture that looks very Pottery Barn, but without the price tag.  She has plans for a table like I want.  See the aqua one in the middle?


She also has plans for the table that the sewing machine is on.  It is the narrow farmhouse table.  But I don't really have space for all of this, so I am left wondering what in the heck I am going to do.  I really really want that table.  Hint hint handy husband.  Valentine, Anniversary, Birthday are all coming. Don't make me do it myself.  It won't be level. I will measure twice and cut once and it will still be wrong. This is the entire reason I quit architecture.  It will look awful propped up on a deck of cards trying to keep it from wobbling.  And if it does wobble when I am rotary cutting, it will be a bloody mess.   Bye bye finger. And I will be down to 8 because I will probably lose at least one in the process of making the wobbly table.  Please.  Pretty pretty please.  Wow, I took you guys on a ride there.  Welcome to my mind!
 
I really want my room to match more.  I am tired of living in a hodgepodge.  I really want the now office to be my craft room but, that is not at all going to happen.   So, now that I have spent an hour in fantasy land looking at perfect craft rooms. (which clearly aren't used, right?  Where are the threads on the floor?  Where are the half finished projects? I mean if you have THAT, something should be in process all the time.)
I think the current answer is sort, arrange, donate, and ditch.  And just maybe in this process I will find the answers, or at least a whole new set of problems!   Happy Sunday Friends!