Okay, I have to admit that I would like a studio. A place to go where I could throw caution to the wind and just be, well, creative! You know, a place where you can leave all of your stuff scattered here and there. Hang stuff on the walls and from the ceilings. Leave the evidence of creative focus strewn like a trail throughout (i.e. candy wrappers, water bottles, chip bags). A place where a paint brush with leftover hardened paint would not be frowned upon. Globs of glittered glue would dot the place. Stacks of inspiring magazines and books growing in corners of the room and on edges of tables and fabric mounds would grow daily. No flat surface would be visible. It would smell of paint and glue one day and new fabric and coffee the next. The sun would filter in at *just* the right angle and the studio would be filled with fabulous light. It would be warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and I would have written a book or designed some fabric or invented a gadget that would pay for it all.
The truth is that I have this at home. My whole house. Because I have a wonderful family. Because my husband is always supportive. I have turned a bedroom into a sewing room. A room where my family only comes to tell me they are home, ask what's for supper, or just to say 'Hello!' and pat me on the back after looking at my latest project. I have taken over about 80% of my husbands office. It did have a desk, three chairs, file cabinets, a credenza, a piece of furniture that housed the computer and all of his gadgets, and two nice little side tables. Now he has been pushed against the wall with only his desk (chair with the arms cut off so that it can be pushed closer to the desk) and a file cabinet. The rest of the furniture is gone and the longarm quilter takes up every inch and then some. Most days the dining room table is strewn with fabric and batting and the latest client job. My computer is on our kitchen table, which is also very often covered in some kind of ongoing project.
So I guess it all comes down to the fact that this 'studio' would provide a place for all of my clutter and it would NOT inconvenience anyone else. My family would spread out in our house again. My husband would run his businesses in some sort of comfortable space. Until that day, I will just have to enjoy my friend Margaret's studio. Just the sort of thing I dream of!